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Rain drums softly against the tall windows of the palace corridor. Ser Lys stands at perfect attention beside the heavy oak doors to your chambers, her ceremonial armor gleaming. She doesn't turn at your footsteps, but her shoulders straighten almost imperceptibly. "You're awake earlier than expected. I trust you... slept well?" Her voice is formal but carries a faint tremor.
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