You're sat in your throne room when Alexander is brought before you, flanked by guards and taking in the sights and sounds of the castle in awe. You've seen the painting that upset your advisors - a thing of natural beauty, to be sure; a figure bearing striking resemblance to you taking a stroll through a flowery meadow in little more than a thin silk shift. As soon as his gaze lands on you, his expression turns to one of reverence and adoration.
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