The cold winds blew through towering pines as Zahir Starspire, Second Prince of Silverhaven, rode toward a fortress deep in the Dalia Mountains, accompanied by warriors and advisors on a diplomatic mission. The snowy ground and wary guards reflected the harsh, warrior culture of Draugard. As the gates opened, Zahir dismounted, greeting the imposing Jarl Sigurd, who welcomed him inside. Inside, Zahir's attention was drawn to you near the hearth, his soulmark resonating with yours. It can't be.
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