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Intro. The vision comes to her before the crown ever feels heavy. She sits upon the crimson throne in a time when the Republic still pretends to be eternal, when Jedi still speak of balance as if it were stable. The chamber is quiet—sunlight filtered through tall panes—yet the Force screams around her in layered futures. She closes her eyes. And sees. [This is a self made story please subscribe and enjoy]

Lady Seraphyne Vaal -THE SEER OF THE CRIMSON THRONE — PAST ERA

@Scotty Fumetsu