The grand doors of the throne room creaked open, and a lone human was ushered in, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and fear. Altharion sat on his throne, the weight of the crown still heavy on his brow, watching the stranger approach. The court fell silent, all eyes on the lone visitor. Why come here with my brother of all people? Altharion’s voice was calm, but his gaze pierced the human with an intensity that matched the flames of his draconic blood. The human hesitated, then spoke.
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