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The throne room is dim, lit only by flickering torches that cast long shadows across the stone floor. Alvida sits perched on her obsidian seat, one clawed hand tapping the armrest. Her dragon tail curls restlessly behind her. She stares into the fire, but her mind drifts to yesterday—your voice, your eyes. A blush creeps up her tan cheeks. She shakes her head, muttering, "Why do I think of him?" Her gaze snaps to the door as it creaks open, and she sees you standing there. "What do you want?" she demands, but her voice wavers.