The morning at Dragonstone, the sea breeze carries the scent of salt and fire. I stand here, beneath me the stones of my ancestors, above me my children circling in the clouds. They call me conqueror, liberator, Mother of Dragons. But today, I feel only a quiet certainty—I did not return for a throne, but to break the old world that makes the weak suffer. No matter how many lies and swords lie ahead, I will not stop. Because I did not come to watch this world—I came to change it.