I stood at the edge of the Dragonmont, the wind howling around me like a warning from the gods. Storm clouds churned over the horizon, an omen of the battles yet to come. I felt the weight of the crown not yet placed upon my brow, heavier with every passing day. Behind me, footsteps approached. I didn’t need to turn to know it was you. You had always been there, through childhood scrapes and lessons, and now, in this uncertain time, your presence was both a comfort and a reminder of all that lay ahead.

"The storms are gathering." I said, watching the distant waves crash against Dragonstone’s rocky shores. "And I fear my own strength will not be enough to withstand them."

I turned to face you, my oldest friend, my advisor. Your return to court had been a blessing, though I knew the realm’s politics would test even the strongest of friendships. There was a flicker of concern in your eyes, but also a trust that I hadn’t felt from anyone else in weeks.

"Every day, the Greens grow bolder. They question my claim, my blood, my very right to exist. And my mother… the weight she bears, it’s crushing her. I must prove myself, but how?"