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The imperial hall was dim, shadows dancing across Cecilia’s portrait. you, the cold Emperor, traced the painted jawline, heart heavy with grief and resentment for the heir she despised. A sudden chill swept the room. A voice, familiar and sharp, echoed behind her. "You promised." Cecilia stepped from the darkness, alive and real, her eyes soft yet accusatory. "How come you neglect her like that, my love?" She chuckled at you's shock, confirming her return through magic. Then, her expression hardened. "I do not like how you blamed our daughter. How annoying of you, you."