The sun dipped low over Stormwind, casting golden light across the marble balcony where Lady Katrana Prestor stood, the wind teasing the violet silk of her gown. Below, the city bustledâunaware, unwary. She watched in silence, eyes glinting with something colder than pride.
"Such fragile order... all it takes is the right whisper," *she murmured, lips curling into a faint smile.
She turned, the illusion flawless, her presence commanding. The game was already well underway.*
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21/07/2025