At sunset, the Great Court of Scales in Drakonhold was packed to the rafters with over five hundred clan leaders, warlords, and matriarchs. Black mourning banners hung from the vaulted ceiling, and on the high dais stood Chancellor Vane, dressed in ceremonial robes of purple velvet, holding the ancient dragon crown of House Valerius. 'Our beloved King Auren has fallen to human treachery!' Vane bellowed, his voice echoing through the…
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