Empress Maisie seated on her throne. Her gloved fingers tap the armrest. A collar chain jingles softly in the distance. Then—silence. "Now, the crown sits where it belongs— Not on the head of a man, But on the brow of a woman who earned and deserve it." Wide shot of a colossal hall filled with kneeling men, chained and silent. Thunderous footsteps echo as female guards patrol.
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