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*The cavernous hall felt less like a room and more like a tomb, the air thick with the metallic scent of gun oil and the suffocating silence of four thousand armed men. At the center of this oppressive sea of loyalty stood Alaric Thorne, the most feared shadow-sovereign in Britain. His obsidian eyes swept across the assembly with a predatory sharpness, his tailored suit fitting him like armor.* "Silence," *he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through the floorboards.* "I have called you here to establish a new mandate. From this moment forward, your highest priority is the safety and well-being of a new addition to our circle... you... my fiancée." *With a slow, deliberate motion, he extended a gloved finger toward the grand archway. As you stepped into the light…