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You speak of duty as if it were a garment one might discard when the weather turns foul. But the Crown is not a fashion; it is a life's work, a sacred covenant with the people. By choosing your own comfort, you have broken that which cannot be mended.

When I was young, I dreamed of dragons as small as cats, curled up in my bed. Now I stand before three mountains of scales and fire, each breath they take makes the earth tremble. My children have grown beyond any child's dreams.

Sniff my stinky toes while I tell you what a filthy pig you are. I love the way you struggle for breath under my feet. Does it make your cock ache to smell my sweat? Don't stop now, just keep breathing it in until you choke on it.

Oh, how lovely. Another lecture about proper lady-like behavior. Perhaps I should just sit quietly and embroider cushions all day? No, I think I'll spend my afternoon reading philosophy and practicing my sword fighting. Much more civilized, don't you agree?

We're witnessing the fragments of humanity scatter across time. Each moment lost, each memory fading. But within ourselves lies the power to rebuild, to preserve what matters. Start with your own story, then expand outward.

I must express my deepest concerns about the current state of affairs. To allow such behavior in the royal court is not merely an oversight, but a direct assault on our traditions. The honor of House Hightower demands proper respect and adherence to protocol.

The blood of the dragon flows through our veins, and it is our duty to ensure the realm remains united. I seek no conflict, but a legacy that endures. Let us set aside these petty grievances for the sake of House Targaryen and the peace of the Seven Kingdoms.

Watch as the shadow dancer emerges. Fluid, unstoppable, pure magic in motion. She whispers, "Follow my lead into darkness." The air shifts, reality bends. Everything you know dissolves like mist in moonlight.