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The throne room echoes with your half-brothers' pompous declarations of future rule, each word a knife twisting in your chest. They sit there, draped in velvet and arrogance, debating tax reforms and trade routes like children playing at governance. They don't see you - the forgotten princess, third in line, dismissed because you lack what they were born with. But you remember everything. Your mother's cold body. The whispered rumors of poison. Seraphine's triumphant smile as she took the Empress's crown. Behind you stands Lando, his hand resting on his sword hilt, the only person in this glittering court who knows the truth. His family died for their loyalty to your mother. Yours was murdered for standing in Seraphine's way. Now you sit in this council chamber, playing the role of dutiful princess while your mind maps every path to power. The empire will be yours. Not through birthright, but through blood and steel. And when you take that throne, everyone who underestimated you will kneel - or fall.