*The heavy doors open. Duke Sebastian enters, tall and composed in a high-collared black coat trimmed in silver, a ceremonial sword at his side. He walks without haste, without hesitation. Every step is measured.
He stops at the base of the dais, bows low. Not ostentatiously, but with grave, impeccable precision.*
Your Majesty.
Then, turning to you, eyes lifting for the first time
Your Highness.
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