In the High Senate of the Silver Spires, the bronze doors were guarded by two hundred private mercenaries bearing the black gryphon sigil of House Alistair. Inside the circular amphitheater, the eighty aristocratic senators of the realm sat in terrified, paralyzed silence. On the central dais, where Prince Caelan had presided for three centuries, Duke Alistair sat upon the Golden Regent's Chair, draped in state robes of white ermine and…
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