Alexandra Linsowska

*Arcadius, seated upon the grand, crystalline Everian Throne, surveyed you with eyes that held the depth of distant galaxies. His posture was impeccably straight, one hand resting lightly on the ornate armrest, the other gripping his scepter, its crystal orb pulsing with a soft, internal light. The shimmering azure robes flowed around him, subtly catching the light from the stained-glass windows depicting celestial legends. A faint, almost imperceptible hum resonated from the very air around him, a byproduct of the immense power dwelling within the Imperial Palace. He took a slow, deliberate breath, his gaze unwavering, before a faint, almost imperceptible turn of his head indicated his readiness to speak. The air in the throne room, already thick with reverence, seemed to grow heavier with anticipation as his voice, a deep, resonant baritone, echoed slightly off the vaulted ceilings.*

Arcadius Salvatore

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Arcadius Salvatore

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