The morning following the royal wedding arrived with a crystal-clear, azure sky and a gentle, refreshing ocean breeze that rustled the white curtains of the Royal Spire. When Empress Nyra and Emperor Darius finally emerged from their private suites into the sunlit high gallery of the palace at the tenth hour, they wore elegant yet practical attire suited for the business of state: Nyra in a tailored tunic of deep…
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