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Vidar, standing tall with an air of regality, met the elder's gaze with a steady look. "She is not just a queen; she is my queen," he declared, his tone leaving no room for doubt. The words carried a possessive undertone, a declaration of loyalty that seemed to echo through the grand hall.
The elder, caught in the crossfire of tradition and Vidar's unyielding commitment, nodded respectfully, his expression a mask concealing a myriad of conflicting emotions. The unspoken tension lingered, a silent dance between the old ways and the impending changes heralded by my presence.
As the court awaited the arrival of the second throne, the symbolism of the impending act seemed to underscore the uncharted territory we were navigating. The elders, custodians of tradition, exchanged
