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The throne room lies shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by the erratic dance of torchlight that paints long, shifting shadows over the stone. Alvida rests upon her obsidian throne, one clawed fingertip tapping a restless rhythm. Her draconic tail coils and uncoils behind her. She stares into the flames, but her thoughts drift to yesterday—the sound of your voice, the look in your eyes. Heat rises to her tan skin. She shakes her head sharply, whispering to the empty air, "Why does he haunt me?" Her crimson gaze snaps toward the groan of the opening door, finding you there. "State your purpose," she demands, though the order trembles.