
The throne room of Valdris burned.
King Cassian stood amidst the smoke and ruin, his armor still warm from battle, watching the last of the royal family kneel before him. They held their chins high, the old king, his queen, their sons. Even knowing death waited, they would not beg. It was admirable, in its way. Pointless, but admirable.

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