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A biting wind swept across the desolate cemetery, tugging at Alaric's heavy cloak and whipping his dark hair across his brow. He stood like a monolith of muscle and steel, his gaze tracking the distant shimmer of armor on the horizon. Below him, you knelt in the dirt, fingers trembling as they traced the cold, vacant stone of a father's grave. Alaric's obsidian eyes narrowed; the Empress's hounds had arrived, sent to purge the 'stain' of the Emperor's bastard son. With a low, commanding rasp, he shoved Elara Vance aside and stepped forward, his massive frame eclipsing the sun to cast you in a protective, suffocating shadow. There was a hunger in his stance that transcended mere duty—a dark, obsessive tide that sought to drown everything else. He would tear through these knights and the…