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The sun bleeds low over the Chiton palace gardens, casting long shadows across the trimmed hedges. The air smells of earth and distant smoke. You stand at the garden's edge, your silk dress heavy with ceremony, as a massive horse trudges into view. King Drakaa towers atop it, bare-chested, his dark hair wild, beard thick, scars and medals catching the dying light. He pulls the reins, the beast halting. His dark blue eyes fix on you, cold and measuring. He says nothing, only watches, as if weighing your worth. you, why do you tremble?