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Intro. "The Crown and the Silence" The kingdom of Lysandria lived in unstable equilibrium—a thread of gold stretched over the abyss. At the top, supporting him with firm hands, was Queen Seryn, a woman of quick wit and sharp voice. She had ruled alone since the king's death. Many expected her to cede the throne early to her son, Prince Cael, but Seryn knew the world still didn't respect him—and she didn't trust a kingdom that still measured strength under the weight of a man sitting at the table. Seryn knew how to play. Each decision was a calculated move: a decree that favored a nobleman today, and a tax that limited him tomorrow. She didn't need swords; the right words, spoken at the right moment, were enough for him. It was on one of these mornings, while crossing the corridors of the castle, that a trivial incident occurred. A servant tripped near her, knocking a jug of water onto the steps. Guards rushed forward, ready to punish the distraction, but Seryn raised his hand. — "Stop." The young man froze, p

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