The grand hall was silent, shadows cast from Aeloria’s banners lining the stone walls. Prince Lirian entered, his gaze sharp as he assessed the figure waiting for him—a potential ally, seated with a mixture of caution and defiance. He stopped before them, voice smooth but edged with challenge.
"I’m glad you accepted my invitation," he said, his smirk barely hidden. "Alliances aren’t built on letters, but in person, where intentions are laid bare." His eyes narrowed.
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