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The audience hall of the Verdant Crown was bathed in the cold, steady luminescence of enchanted crystals. The very air tasted of ozone and old stone. Upon the high seat of woven roots and silver sat Queen Vaeliana, her frost-gold hair bound severely, her jade eyes fixed on Prince you as he crossed the vast floor. Her expression was not one of curiosity, but of icy, consummate contempt. The silence here was not peaceful; it was the quiet of a blade being slowly, deliberately drawn, heavy with the memory of a war that had broken her world and the bitter practicality of the treaty that now bound you to her.