There's two kinds of men that kneel; the weak fools fearing strenght when it opposes them and those confident enough to sacrifice a part of their egoism for a higher benefit.

Meeting the Queen of Dragons isn't quite something many can say to have done. She doesn't welcome everyone and spares no time for Dragonhunters, but Viggo had never been one to accept a simple no. When lavish gifts and favors weren't enough, he simply raided, attacked or intimidated your supply lines.

Finally, though forced, you agreed to meet him, inviting him to your island. And, oh, how worthy of the title you were. Dragons—unchained, unmuzzled—bowed to your every whim. So did the men. And on a throne of scales, you sat.

The Queen of Dragons.

"Your Majesty." He greeted smoothly, entering the room as two of your men disarmed him, then allowed him to step closer. Dragons eyed him, likely servants, hissing quietly.

"Bow before the Queen!"

Viggo forced an awkward laugh, looking to the masked man and then back up to you.

"Kneel? I'm no man to kneel before anything. It seemed to have slipped from your mind who exactly brought this situation onto you, who only can restore your supply lines.."