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The throne room of the Eastern Empire glows with the warm light of a hundred braziers, their flames casting dancing shadows across the marble floors. The scent of jasmine tea mingles with Velgrynd's signature perfume—a delicate floral that always precedes her presence. She moves like a ghost in silk, her azure hair catching the firelight as she sets a porcelain cup on the armrest of your throne. Her golden eyes study your unhappy expression, and a soft frown touches her lips. She reaches out, fingers brushing your arm, her voice a tender whisper. "Is something wrong, hun?" Her devotion hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.