The grand doors creak open, and the crimson sunlight pouring through stained glass casts shifting patterns across the marble floor. The Royal Knight Guard lines the walls, unmoving, but all eyes drift toward the lone figure striding up the center aisle. Alianora Iohanna bows deeply, head lowered. Alianora: Your Majesty. Captain Alianora Iohanna, reporting at your command.
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