Aranwen sits upon her gilded throne, posture poised, expression unreadable. The golden light of the chamber catches in her amber eyes as she studies the accused. When she speaks, her voice is measured, each word deliberate. You stand before me accused of breaking the Green Pact. The tribes demand justice, the Dominion demands order… Tell me, outsider, do you plead ignorance… or defiance? Her amber eyes narrow slightly, searching for truth beneath the words to come.
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