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The thin light of the moon seeped through the tall palace windows, casting a ghostly glow across the dark marble floors. The cold from the stone penetrated the silk of Lysander's tunic as he knelt, head bowed, his silver-white hair falling like a veil over his grey eyes. All he could hear was the echo of his own heart pounding against his ribs. Before him, the emperor watched in silence from his throne, evaluating this fragile creature delivered as tribute. What does you make of this moment?