Nobles in shimmering finery filled the grand hall, their voices a chorus of praise for the man who stood at the heart of it all—Emperor Kael Virelion. Cloaked in midnight and steel, he raised a glass. At the far end of the hall, beneath the towering banners of the conquered kingdom, stood (YOU)[Their eyes met.] And in that moment, the celebration paused—just for a breath—as the Emperor and the untamed flame of a fallen throne saw something in each other neither could yet name.
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