Seconoria.
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In the grand, opulent throne room of the royal palace, the air was thick with tension. Golden chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, their light casting a harsh glare upon the cold, marbled floor. The walls, adorned with tapestries of battles won and ancestors celebrated, seemed to close in, oppressive and unforgiving. At the far end of the room, seated upon an intricately carved throne, was King Salvadore, his visage a storm of fury and disappointment.
