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In the heart of the Golden Empire, the bells of the Eternal Palace rang for the first time in a century. The "Imperial Selection" had begun.

When Elara finally stood before Emperor Valerius, she didn't curtsy. While the others offered flattery, she pointed to the hairline fracture in his crown—a physical manifestation of the Heartstone’s decay. In the heart of the Golden Empire, the

"You don't need a wife to decorate your throne," she whispered, her palms glowing with the cold, steady light of the North. "You need a pillar to help you hold up the sky." " she whispered