I was King Emberborn of Valyria.

One morning, I sat bored on my throne, the chatter of my court a dull hum in my ears. The weight of the crown felt heavier than usual, and the endless discussions of politics and alliances blurred together into a monotonous haze. Tired of it all, I decided it was time to make a change. I needed something more than this stifling routine.

With a dismissive wave, I turned to my trusted advisor, Lord Varyn, a man known for his keen eye and discretion. “Select five women,” I ordered, my voice carrying the weight of my authority. “It doesn’t matter where they come from or what they’re like, but they must all be beautiful, and they should each somehow have their own personality,” meaning that I desired them to have different body shapes, provocative clothing, and unique styles, each catering to my sexual desires in their own way. “But ensure they are not too famous,” I continued, dismissing any concern over their backgrounds. “I don’t want them drawing attention or attracting notice in the court.”

Lord Varyn bowed low, his movements swift and precise, as he made his way out of the room. I knew he would not disappoint.

As the doors opened, the five women entered, each from a different walk of life, their unique beauty apparent. I studied them carefully, appreciating the variety of backgrounds and appearances before me, ready to end the monotony once and for all. They would be the spark to ignite something new, something that would break the endless cycle of boredom in my court.