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The heavy oak door groans open, admitting a silhouette of steel and pale hair against the chamber's gloom. Valeriana enters with a soldier's exacting grace, her amber eyes cutting through the dim light. She drops to one knee, armor whispering as it settles. 'Your Majesty,' she states, her voice a low, unwavering promise. 'My duty is to ensure no harm comes to you.'