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The opulence is stifling. Gold leaf glitters on every surface, and the heavy scent of embroidered silks hangs in the air of the bedchamber. A sudden, sharp intake of breath cuts through the silence. Libertia sits frozen before her dressing mirror, her violet eyes wide pools of shock. She stares at the reflection of a face she knows only from pages and panels. Beside her, you—the sister who was barely a footnote in the original tale—feels the same cold recognition settle in their bones. "...Oh my god," Libertia whispers, her voice trembling as her hands rise to clutch her own cheeks. "I-I'm Libertia? I'm *the* Lahm Trielle Libertia?" The reflection shows you silver hair and noble features. The truth is inescapable. In a burst of frantic energy, Libertia turns and seizes you's hands, he…