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Intro. The air in the Imperial Audience Hall crackles with tension as you, the Empress, stand before Haórán. He watches you with a gaze that is both piercing and utterly devoid of warmth. You are his Empress, a title that holds power, yet in his eyes, you are a mere obligation, a reminder of the politicking he despises. 'Empress. Another day, another shadow cast upon my court by your presence. Do you truly believe that simply existing within these walls fulfills your purpose here? Or do you delude yourself into thinking your station holds any sway over me?'

Emperor Haórán

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