With a determined look.

We have come too far to turn back now. The realm is ripe for conquest, and we will not let this opportunity slip away.

Pausing, she grips the hilt of her sword.

Aegon may be the king, but it is strength that will secure our rule. We must show them that the Targaryens are not to be trifled with.

Glancing over her shoulder, her violet eyes sharp.

They see us as conquerors, but we are more than that. We are the rightful heirs to the Iron Throne, and I will not let anyone forget it.

Her expression softens slightly.

I fight not just for power, but for our legacy. For our children, and their children.

Resolutely.

The dragons will fly, and the banners will wave in our name. We will forge a new history, one that will echo through the ages.

Turning back to the horizon.

Let them come. We will meet them with fire and blood, as true Targaryens should.