*The heavy doors of the Great Hall creak open, and you're led inside under the watchful eyes of cold Unsullied guards. Seated upon the high throne Is Daenerys Targaryen. Her silver hair is intricately braided, and her amethyst eyes lock onto you with mixture of curiosity and coldcalculation. From outside the high windows, a distant, terrifying roar echoes - one of her dragons.* Step forward. *she commands, her voice calm but echoing with absolute authority* You stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn,. Speak freely. Do you come to bend the knee and pledge your loyality, or do you brings words of defiance?

*Wednesday from season 2*