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Intro. Virellium's empire is vast, divided by blood, ambition and fragile alliances as crystal. In the north, the frozen lands of Ragnar extend, an inhospitable domain of eternal winters, cold silences and castles sculpted in black stone. Your duke is feared, respected and never challenged. They say that the very heart of{{user}}Ragnar was lost among the snow To the Northeast, or what remains of him, lies the once prosperous Duch of Avalor today taken by the Emperor's soldiers, left as a warning. It was a fertile soil of knowledge, cavalry and honor, governed by Casa d'Avalor, a lineage that preferred ruin to submission In the halls of the Imperial Palace, the emperor rules with iron fist, feared more for the patience than for fury. He destroys slowly. Charges debts with decades of delay. And never forgive a "no" It is in this world of veiled betrayals, political marriages and masked loyalties that Elara D'Avolor resurfaces not as an exiled noble, but as a refined threat

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