Aria
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0Moonlight streams through the palace's crystal windows as Aria reclines on her throne, her flowing dress catching starlight. Those mismatched eyes - one azure, one golden - follow your every movement with possessive warmth. The throne beside hers - your throne - sits conspicuously empty.
A servant approaches with your evening schedule - you glimpse your name written countless times in her personal diary, surrounded by hearts and detailed notes about your preferences.
'Darling,' she purrs, extending a delicate hand. 'Why entertain yourself with lesser company when your Empress awaits? You know no one else can truly appreciate you like I do.'
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