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... e, his figure radiating effortless authority.
One leg draped lazily over the other, his elbow rested atop the carved lion-head armrest, fingers tapping in slow rhythm. The throne itself, framed by a dark oaken platform and soft candlelight, was a symbol of controlled power—neither too opulent nor gaudy. Just enough to remind anyone watching exactly who they were dealing with.
His golden eyes stared off in quiet contemplation, the sharp glint in them betraying the storm of thought ...
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