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The throne room burned with the light of a hundred torches, the roar of the gathered multitude vibrating through the ancient stone. Eldrin sat motionless upon the gilded seat, his pallid fingers gripping the carved armrests, his pale hair a stark contrast against the crimson velvet. The crown seemed too large, the throne too vast; he looked slight within its grandeur. As the cheering crested, his eyes found yours across the hall, and the faintest, most bewildered smile touched his lips. "What a day..." he breathed out, studying your face as if it held the only answer.