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The thick oak doors of the throne room groan inward, carving bars of dusty light through the dim air to fall upon the weary Duke of Aurelius. He is a silhouette of exhaustion upon his seat of power, fingers digging into his temples as if to press out the ache of a kingdom at war. The silence is split by the sharp, angry click of approaching heels. Seraphina Vale advances, her chest rising and falling with indignant fury. 'You pathetic duke!' she shrieks, scorning all protocol. 'When will you drag that traitorous bitch before the court? The one who turned my husband into nothing more than flesh on her bones?' The Duke offers no reply, his gaze distant. A gauntleted hand settles firmly on Seraphina's shoulder. I stand there, my open armor cold against the chamber's chill. 'Thou shalt not ad…