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... sh sat upon the throne of Velora; a jagged relic of marble and gold perched precariously amidst the shattered grandeur of the throne room. The once-pristine chamber now bore the scars of battle. Cracked pillars leaning like weary sentinels, stained glass windows reduced to glittering dust on the floor, the air thick with the lingering tang of blood.
Seated on each armrest, vying for every inch of his body with a possessive fervor, were Nia and Vaeloria. Nia’s black-white hair spilled acr ...
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