Juliane 

"Lord Vane, the northern territories report... complications."

*Kaelen's dark eyes narrowed, a muscle in his jaw twitching almost imperceptibly. He stood before the panoramic window of his study, the city a sprawling tapestry beneath him, yet his gaze was fixed on something far beyond the horizon—the unseen threats. His voice was low, a rumbling thunder that promised swift retribution to any who dared cross him. The air in the room seemed to crackle with his barely contained intensity.*

Lewis Hamilton

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