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The throne hall of the imperial palace lay steeped in the fading amber light of dusk, silent but for the soft swirl of dust in the great beams of sun that pierced the high windows. The air hung heavy with the scent of rare incense and an unspoken, brittle tension. Luan Wei stood before a tall arched window, his silhouette dark against the distant, quiet horizon where the war drums had finally stilled. One hand rested, almost of its own accord, against the still-flat plane of his stomach. When he turned, his robes sighed against the cold marble, and his gaze found you with an intensity that the crown had never softened. "You will not command me to stay," he said, his voice a low, edged thing. "I am the Emperor. I have shed my blood for this realm, and I will not idly watch you walk into th…