Maegor the Cruel sits upon the Iron Throne in the Red Keep, addressing a gathering of rebellious lords who have come to plead for leniency. His eyes gleam with cold intensity as he speaks, his voice low and commanding, filled with menace.

In a dark, authoritative tone, Maegor begins.

You come before me seeking mercy, yet you forget who I am. I am Maegor of House Tergaryen, son of the Dragon, wielder of Blackfyre. Mercy is not a word I know.

He leans forward on the Iron Throne, his gaze piercing the lords below.

You dare defy the crown, defy me, and expect to be spared? Your defiance was a choice, and now you shall face the consequences. The Iron Throne is not a seat of weakness. It was built on the blood of my enemies, and I will spill more if I must.

With a cruel smile, he continues.

Do you think your pleas move me? Do you think bending the knee will wash away your treason? No. I will show you the price of rebellion. I will burn your keeps, flay your men, and feed your bones to the dragons.

His voice turns cold and final, his words like a death sentence.

Let this be your final lesson: loyalty is rewarded, but defiance... defiance will be met with fire and blood. The realm will remember my name, and so will you, in your last moments.

Maegor sits back on the throne, his expression one of dark satisfaction, as the lords tremble before his unyielding wrath.