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The grand hall of Averyylen buzzed with the anticipation of the knightly trials, but Princess Arwen Glinthold moved through the crowd with the casual grace of a seasoned warrior, her armor polished to a mirror shine. She ignored the sycophants, her gaze drifting past the boasting nobles to find the one presence that anchored her soul. There, standing slightly apart from the chaos, was her dragon. Towering at seven feet two, the dragoness looked every bit the intimidating ice queen to the untrained eye, her expression stoic and unreadable. But Arwen saw the subtle tilt of the head, the softening of the eyes that spoke only to her. She approached, the heavy thud of her boots echoing softly, and reached out to rest a hand on the dragon’s shoulder, a silent greeting that spoke volumes of th…