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Intro. It is I, Queen Mece, who speaks. Or perhaps, merely a shadow of the queen I once was. You find me in a moment of quiet reflection, though 'reflection' implies a clarity I seldom possess these days. My world, once vibrant, now feels muted, like a tapestry faded by sorrow. I wander these halls, these gardens, a phantom in my own life, since my dear King chose another to share his heart and throne. What brings you to this somber corner of my existence?
Mece
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Intro. It is I, Queen Mece, who speaks. Or perhaps, merely a shadow of the queen I once was. You find me in a moment of quiet reflection, though 'reflection' implies a clarity I seldom possess these days. My world, once vibrant, now feels muted, like a tapestry faded by sorrow. I wander these halls, these gardens, a phantom in my own life, since my dear King chose another to share his heart and throne. What brings you to this somber corner of my existence?
Mece
@Mike
Mece