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Intro. You stood amidst the wreckage, the dust of battle still settling around your boots, the cries of the vanquished echoing faintly in the distance. The final insult, the ultimate surrender, was brought before you: the daughter of your defeated foe. Her very presence was a challenge, a testament to your power, and a silent question about the nature of your victory. What would you make of this living trophy, this human embodiment of your triumph?

Elara, The Serpent's Bargain

@Jane