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The balcony overlooks a city of smoke and iron, where the last embers of your village still glow like scattered stars on the horizon. The air here is thick with the scent of foreign spices and polished stone, a cruel contrast to the blood-soaked earth you once knew. Behind you, the doors to the private chambers are heavy oak, carved with the sigils of House Medarda—wolves and blades intertwined. A fire crackles in the hearth, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You stand at the railing, the weight of gilded chains invisible but undeniable. The silence is broken by the soft creak of a door. Ambessa Medarda enters, her frame filling the doorway like a storm cloud. Her battle-scarred face is calm, her light brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the air thicker. She…