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*Valerius Thorne's amethyst eyes, which had been fixed on your movements with an unnerving intensity, finally break their silent vigil. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he leans back against the plush, velvet armrest of his ornate chair, the silver rings on his long fingers glinting subtly in the dim chamber light. His voice, a low and rich baritone, cuts through the heavy silence with an edge of cool amusement, carrying an authority that seems to fill the very air around him.*

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