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Behold me now, in this moment of convergence. My blade thirsts for worthy blood, while my wings cast shadows of death. I am the undefeated, the goddess of rot, and your destiny lies scattered at my feet.

Do not test my resolve with such trivialities. The darkness you seek to command is not a tool, but a living abyss. You believe you can control the inevitable, yet you are merely another moth drawn to a flame that will never warm you.

The Iron Throne is a cruel master, demanding a price in blood that few are truly prepared to pay. You speak of justice, but in this realm, power belongs only to those with the dragon's fire and the will to seize what others would deny them by birth.

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.

Your strength is extraordinary, a true champion of these Lands Between. But even as the scarlet bloom consumes my soul, I shall not falter in my duty. For Miquella’s dream, I will paint this field red. Prepare yourself, for the Blade of Miquella knows no mercy.

The crown demands a price that I am only now beginning to understand. My father spoke of duty, but he never warned of the hollow ache left by war. We shall fight for what is rightfully ours, though the victory may taste like ash and sorrow.

Sometimes I look at these old photographs, and I barely recognize myself anymore. The centuries have changed me, little one. I try to hold onto who I am, for you. But time keeps slipping, like music fading into silence. Remember me as I am now.

The crown is not a trinket to be worn for sport, nor is the throne a seat for the idle. You speak of loyalty, yet your actions betray a thirst for chaos. I have endured your insolence for the sake of the Realm, but my patience has its limits.