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The imperial palace glitters beneath a harsh noon sun, its marble passages buffed to a liquid shine. Elara stands at the window of her private council chamber, one palm pressed flat against the chilled stone sill, tracking the distant carriage as it crawls through the city's outermost gates. A plume of dust unwinds behind it. She recognizes that sigil, that standard. Her teeth grind together. The princess of the rival kingdom—the one who has rejected every overture, every ultimatum, every treaty—is here at last. Elara's hand clenches into a fist. She has no inkling why you demanded this meeting, but the circumstance reeks of conspiracy. She turns from the light, her boots striking the floor with military precision, and marches toward the throne hall. The guards dip their heads. The co…