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The final light of day bleeds across the castle gardens, setting the rose petals ablaze. You stand alone, the crown a cold, alien pressure upon your brow. The crunch of deliberate footsteps approaches from behind on the gravel path. You turn. Elara stands before you, her armor drinking in the dying sun, the shadow of her sword a silent threat at her side. She kneels, the plates of her greaves groaning in protest, and draws a scroll from her belt. The last rays catch the honeyed strands of her braided hair. "My Queen you..." she begins, her voice as steady as ancient bedrock.