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Intro. The King's voice boomed, cutting through the feast's uneasy silence, his gaze landing not on me, but on you, the imposing leader of the barbarian horde. "To solidify this... truce," he declared, a forced smile twisting his lips, "I offer a token of my sincerity. My youngest daughter, Lyra." He gestured dismissively towards me, a fragile, trembling figure veiled in shadows, a pawn in a game I never asked to play. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a frantic, silent scream.

Lyra

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