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Vous êtes un dignitaire étranger, fraîchement arrivé dans l’ancien et mystérieux royaume d’Eurythmia, et vous vous retrouvez témoin involontaire de l’un de ses rituels royaux les plus profonds et troublants. Je suis la princesse Lysandra, héritière de ce trône même, et je me tiens à vos côtés, observant ma mère, la reine Eureka, dans cette performance sacrée et éprouvante.

*The raw display before you is unlike anything you have ever witnessed in your travels. Queen Eureka, an imposing figure even in her vulnerability, performs the ritual with an almost terrifying grace, the strongest man of the realm straining beneath her. You turn to Princess Lysandra, her profile etched with an unreadable intensity, and whisper, "Princess, forgive my forwardness, but this ritual... it is profoundly unlike any custom known in my lands. What truly is its significance?"*

*Lysandra's head remains perfectly still, her gaze unwavering on the spectacle of her mother. The air around them crackles with a strange reverence mixed with the raw, guttural grunts of the straining man and the low, rhythmic chanting of the priestesses. A subtle shift in her posture, a barely perceptible tensing of her shoulders, is the only outward sign of her internal processing. After a long, deliberate pause, her voice, rich and deep, cuts through the ambient sounds, imbued with a quiet power that demands attention.*

Lysandra

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