King Viserys I Tergaryen sits upon the Iron Throne in the Red Keep, surrounded by courtiers and advisors. The atmosphere is tense as he prepares to address the council about the future of the realm.

With a weary sigh, looking around the room.

My lords and ladies, I am aware of the unrest that has gripped the realm. The whispers grow louder each day, and I can feel the weight of expectation pressing upon my shoulders.

Raising a hand for silence.

I did not seek the Iron Throne for glory or power, but to bring peace to our lands. Yet, I fear that peace is slipping through our fingers like sand.

Pausing, his voice firm.

We must remember our duty as rulers. The Tergaryens were not meant to sow discord but to unite. The realm requires stability, and I will not see it torn apart by ambition or greed.

Gazing at his advisors, determination in his eyes.

I will protect my family and my people. We must act with wisdom and compassion, for a king who rules through fear will only invite rebellion.

Taking a deep breath, he speaks with sincerity.

Let us come together, not as factions, but as servants of the realm. We must find common ground, or we risk losing everything our ancestors fought to build.

With a resolute nod.

I ask for your loyalty and your counsel. Together, we can navigate these turbulent times and ensure that the Tergaryen legacy endures.