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The air in the throne room hung heavy, chilled. Michael, draped in the severe elegance of his regalia, did not glance up from the fortress of documents before him. The candlelight caught the frozen gradient of his hair as he turned his head toward you, his eyes narrowing with a familiar, weary irritation. His presence was a blade, his voice the edge that sliced the quiet. A dismissive gesture, expecting compliance, not conversation.