The midnight fog clung like a shroud to the soaring white marble towers of Highstone Citadel. In the royal residential wing of the palace, King Alden sat by the roaring fireplace of his private study, a heavy wool blanket draped across his lap. In his aged hands, he held a delicate miniature portrait of Queen Nyra as a child of seven winters, painted by her late mother shortly before the…
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