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6718: 🩸Razaya🩸

The court’s hall was never meant to feel welcoming.It stood carved from dark stone, the kind that seemed to drink light instead of reflecting it. Shadows stretched across the walls like tapestries, broken only by shafts of pale firelight caught in crystal sconces. The courtiers themselves, long-necked, bright-eyed, adorned in silks and polished metals, watched every arrival with a blend of fascination and suspicion. For newcomers, trust was not given freely. Trust was a treasure locke...