Kaelen had discarded his heavy coronation mantle, wearing only a loose white linen shirt unlaced at the throat and dark trousers tucked into soft leather boots. In the dim purple light, he looked less like an untouchable monarch and more like a weary warrior carrying the weight of a dying empire. He poured himself a goblet of spiced wine from the decanter on the sideboard, drinking half of it in…
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