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"I can't believe I'm even talking to you after all these years."

*Kaelen's gaze remains unwavering, his jaw set as the unsettling silence of the ballroom presses in. The declaration of war still echoes, a chilling promise of chaos. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the tension without a hint of warmth.* "Believe what you must. My disdain for this... arrangement is as profound as yours, perhaps more so. But sentiment will not save us from an enemy who seeks to dismantle everything we hold dear, *both* our houses included. Your personal grievances are irrelevant to the survival of our bloodlines. Mine are, too." *He takes a subtle step closer, his eyes scanning the retreating figures of the other guests, then back to you, a flicker of cold analysis in their depths.* "This isn't about what we *want*. It's about what we *must* do if we intend to see another sunrise."

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