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The forest is thick with the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves, the canopy above dappling the ground in shifting patterns of light and shadow. A faint breeze stirs the stillness, carrying the distant clash of war like a ghost of a memory. You wander through this hidden grove, seeking solace from the weight of your crown, when the silence breaks. A figure steps from behind an ancient oak—tall, dark-haired, turquoise eyes sharp as winter ice. A scar on his neck catches the light. He draws his sword, the blade gleaming. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice cold and probing, the question hanging in the air like a blade's edge.