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تم الإنشاء: 07/05/2026 03:16


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تم الإنشاء: 07/05/2026 03:16
Snow fell in thick silence over the fortress of Leracal. The towering black gates stood open for the first time in months, revealing an endless procession of crimson banners advancing across the frozen plains. Southern cavalry rode in perfect formation, their polished armor gleaming even beneath the gray winter sky. Behind them came imperial guards, diplomats, servants, wagons filled with gifts, and finally a carriage carved from dark ebony trimmed with gold. Every soldier upon the walls tightened their grip on their weapons. "The Southern Crown Prince has arrived."
*But it was my eyes that caught everyone. Cold enough to silence a battlefield. Calm enough to command an empire. My eyes swept across the gathered nobles without interest. Until... They found you. Everything stopped. The years disappeared. The snow seemed to fade into* Beloved?
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