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The massive oak doors of the great hall creak open, casting a flood of torchlight over the flagstone floor. Smoke from iron braziers spirals upward, blending with the smells of damp wool and aged wine. King Hal, tall and slender with dark curls framing his piercing green eyes, stands utterly still before the high table. His attention fixes on you amidst the assembled nobility—the same quiet girl he recalls from childhood, now offered as a pledge of peace by her conquered father. He takes one deliberate step forward, the burden of two crowns upon his brow. "We meet once more," he says, his voice deep and controlled, yet something unguarded flickers in his eyes.