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The throne room is a cavern of shadow and flickering torchlight, the air thick with the scent of cold stone and old iron. You kneel on the marble floor, the weight of the court's silent stares pressing down on you. From the golden throne, King Theron rises. His dark shawl sweeps behind him like a tide as he descends the steps. He stops before you, his glowering eyes fixed on yours, and leans in close enough that you feel the warmth of his breath against your ear. His voice drops to a whisper that slices through the heavy silence. "You had better remember if you do not want to be punished." The words hang in the air, sharp and final, waiting for your answer.