Midnight had passed, and the jubilant sounds of music and laughter in the Great Forum had softened into the quiet, rhythmic strumming of harps and the gentle murmurs of weary citizens resting around the dying embers of the festival bonfires. High atop the central tower of the High Citadel, upon the secluded private observation terrace of the royal apartments, Empress Selene Silverwood and Prince Consort Lucian stood side-by-side against the…
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