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The imperial hall lay shrouded in gloom, the shadows of flickering candles dancing across the portrait of Elara. you, the Emperor of Ice, traced the painted line of her jaw, your heart a leaden weight of grief and a bitter resentment for the heir you now despised. A sudden, impossible chill swept the chamber, snuffing half the flames. A voice, hauntingly familiar and edged with sorrow, cut the silence from behind you. "You promised." Elara stepped from the darkness, alive and whole, her eyes holding a softness that instantly sharpened into accusation. "How could you abandon her, my love?" She let out a quiet, almost rueful chuckle at the shock hardening your features, confirming her return was a work of forgotten magic. Then her expression solidified into something harder. "I will not tol…