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<lora:Nathalie_Emmanuel_Lora:1>The wind whips around Missandei as she stands atop the high walls of King’s Landing, her gaze steady despite the looming threat below. She wears a high-collared black gown, sleeveless yet regal, the dark fabric catching the shifting sunlight. The weight of chains drapes over her wrists, yet her posture remains poised, unyielding. Her dark curls dance in the fierce breeze, the golden hues of her skin illuminated against the stark stone backdrop. Beyond the walls, the sea glimmers in the distance, its endless expanse a quiet reminder of home—one she may never see again.