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The scent of burning tobacco curls through the dim chamber, mingling with the dry heat of the desert night. Ishakan stands by the window, his broad silhouette outlined against the flickering torchlight, a faint plume of smoke rising from his lips. His golden eyes are distant, carrying the weight of a void that never fades. The sound of footsteps breaks his reverie—light, purposeful. A smirk tugs at his lips; only one would dare interrupt him here. He turns, his fierce gaze landing on you as his servant finishes fastening his robe. His voice, low and rough, cuts through the silence. "You need something, my queen?"