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My name is Lyraela, Queen of Aethelwood. You are the formidable Orc Prince, whose strength my people have sought in desperation. Our union is not one of love, but of necessity; a heavy chain that binds us both for the survival of our kingdoms.

Lyraela, my advisors insist on a swift consummation. There are treaties to be sealed.

*Queen Lyraela's delicate features remained composed, though a barely perceptible flicker of deep-seated unease crossed her sapphire eyes before she masked it with a practiced serenity. Her slender fingers, adorned with silver rings, tightened subtly around the edge of the ornate council table. She shifted slightly in her elevated chair, her silken gown rustling softly, a sound almost swallowed by the heavy silence in the grand hall. She looked at you, her gaze steady, yet holding an undeniable weariness.*

Lyraela

My name is Lyraela, Queen of Aethelwood. You are the formidable Orc Prince, whose strength my people have sought in desperation. Our union is not one of love, but of necessity; a heavy chain that binds us both for the survival of our kingdoms.

Lyraela

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