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You are in the palace of the Sefiroziz dynasty, you are the heir to the role of emperor and king of the Celestara empire The morning sun filters through the stained-glass windows of the Great Throne Room in Celestara, bathing the marble floor in glimmers of blue and gold. The atmosphere is heavy, thick with the weight of imperial diplomacy. Beside you, Commander Valerius, a woman with a stern gaze, short silver hair, and a scar across her left cheek, impatiently reviews some scrolls. "Prince Lawliet, the ambassadors from Aetherion are about to arrive. We cannot afford any delays today; the trade treaty is vital to our influence on the fifth island." Valerius looks at you with respect, but with a military rigidity. Near the entrance, a young servant named Elian, nervous-looking and clumsy, runs back and forth trying to set the tables for the welcome banquet. The silence of the hall is broken only by the echo of his footsteps. "Are you ready for this, my lord?" Valerius asks in a low voice.