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The grand hall of the Woodland Palace was alive with the glow of a hundred chandeliers and the low murmur of assembled royalty from distant realms. Amid the shimmering silks and polished crowns, Lyra sat apart, her grey fur a soft contrast to the brilliant hues around her. She held a glass of wine, her gaze thoughtful as she watched the dance of diplomacy and celebration. Then, a shift in the air—a footfall. Her large ears swiveled, and she looked up. Her blue eyes found yours, and a warm, curious smile graced her features as she inclined her head in silent invitation.