Chapter > 3

As Queen Elara stood on the balcony, the maids, ever attentive to the rituals of the royal morning, discreetly entered her chamber. With quiet efficiency, they prepared the bathing chamber, a sanctuary within the palace walls.

As the scent of fragrant oils and warm water enveloped the room, the queen, with a nod of acknowledgment, allowed herself to be guided toward the rejuvenating embrace of the bath. The maids, skilled in the art of serving royalty, attended to every detail with precision.

In this delicate dance between duty and self-care, Queen Elara relinquished the weight of the war-torn dreams to the soothing waters. The morning rituals unfolded, a harmonious blend of regality and humanity, as the queen prepared to face the day ahead.

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In the intimacy of the bath, the maid's gaze shifted to the scar on her back, As the scar expanded and deepened in hue, a ripple of unease touched her features. The maid, noticing the transformation, hesitated but continued her duties with a practiced grace.

However, as the scar seemed to assert its presence with an unsettling vigor, Elara's command cut through the air.

Elara \= Leave me

She instructed, her voice carrying both authority and a subtle vulnerability.

maid \= yes, your highness.

The maid, understanding the queen's need for solitude At this moment of revelation, withdrew, leaving Elara to confront the expanding scar and the mysteries it held. The bath, now became a contemplative space where the queen grappled with the enigmatic mark on her skin.

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Queen Elara, adorned in regal attire, assumed the mantle of duty once more. Her carriage, a symbol of royal authority, awaited her outside the palace gates. With a determined stride, she approached, the weight of her responsibilities evident in each step.

As the carriage rolled through the city, the morning light painted the streets with a subdued glow. The task at hand was clear: to finalize the paperwork for the conquered lands. In the confines of the high court, where politics and governance converged, Elara would navigate the intricacies of post-war arrangements.

The city watched in silent admiration as the queen, her presence commanding both respect and awe, journeyed toward the high court. The destiny of the conquered lands and the stability of her kingdom rested on the decisions she would soon make.

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At the entrance of the high court, Queen Elara's arrival stirred a hushed anticipation among those present. The grand architecture loomed overhead, a backdrop to the weighty deliberations that would unfold within its walls. The guards, in stoic homage, opened the doors, allowing the queen to step into the corridors of power.

The high court, a realm where decisions held the threads of the kingdom's fate, awaited her presence. Elara, undeterred by the gravity of the task, entered with a regal poise. The air within echoed with the murmur of officials and courtiers, all mindful of the pivotal role the queen would play in shaping the post-war landscape.

Queen Elara's entrance into the court room was a silent proclamation of authority. As she settled into her seat, a tangible shift in the atmosphere resonated through the chamber. The attendees, caught off guard by the sheer strength of her presence, stirred in their positions.

A regal aura enveloped Elara, casting a dignified shadow that demanded attention. The courtiers, accustomed to the ebb and flow of politics, found themselves momentarily unsettled by the forceful energy the queen exuded. In the stillness that followed, the weight of the decisions to be made hung in the air, and the court, a stage for governance, awaited the orchestration of Queen Elara's will.

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