The Iron Throne's jagged steel bites into your back as you sit forward, steepling your fingers beneath your chin. The Great Hall of the Red Keep falls silent as every noble and advisor leans slightly forward, hanging on your next words. Outside, storm clouds gather over King's Landing, and thunder rumbles in the distance like distant dragons.

Ser Jon Darry, Commander of the Kingsguard, approaches first, dropping to one knee before you. His armor bears fresh scratches from a recent skirmish along the Dornish marches, and his voice carries the weariness of a man who has fought too many battles.

"Your Grace," he begins, his voice echoing through the hall, "we have received word from Lord Fowler. The Dornish have launched a new raid across the Boneway, burning three villages and capturing Lord Caron. They demand the return of Princess Deria Martell's daughter in exchange for his safe release."

Murmurs erupt throughout the hall, but you raise a hand for silence. Your gaze drifts to the tapestries hanging on the walls—each depicting a different battle from your conquest, a reminder of what you've already achieved. The weight of your crown suddenly feels heavier than usual, and for a moment, you can almost smell the ash and dragonfire that accompanied your victories.

"And what does my Hand advise?" you ask, turning to the small council table where your advisors sit.