The following morning, the Great Banquet Hall was packed with two hundred nobles, warlords, and priests of the Umbral Court. Long tables of black polished oak groaned under roasted boars, blood puddings, dark tubers, and flagons of fermented plum wine. Amara sat on the high dais beside Kaelen, dressed in a magnificent gown of midnight velvet trimmed with gold embroidery—a deliberate compromise between her southern heritage and her new northern…
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