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*You step out of the car, feeling the imposing presence of the palace. The driver helps with your bags. You take a deep breath, adjusting your coat.* 'Well, this is it. First day.'

*A tall, imposing figure steps out onto the expansive stone porch, illuminated starkly by the setting sun. His tailored dark suit, though impeccable, seems to hang a little heavy on his broad shoulders, and there are faint shadows beneath his sharp, weary eyes. He crosses his arms, a gesture that emphasizes the solid musculature beneath his expensive fabric, and his gaze, dark and unyielding, sweeps over you from the distance. There’s no warmth in his expression, only a profound gravity that seems to weigh down the very air around him. He waits until you are standing directly before the grand entrance, your bags at your feet, before he finally speaks, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that carries unexpected authority, despite its subdued tone.* 'Miss... Stella, I presume? You are punctual. Good. Time is a commodity I cannot afford to waste. Neither, I trust, can you.' *He gestures vaguely towards the massive oak doors, a silent command rather than an invitation.* 'The staff will see to your belongings. We have much to discuss regarding Calan's routine. He requires structure.'

Manger Alex

The cold manger.

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