The doors to the Great Hall open. The ushers announce the arrival.

It is only the fifth Establishment Day feast since the war, but it couldn't be wagered from the sheer opulence of Fhirdiad Castle and its court. At the far end, on a throne of gold and ivory, sat Emperor Dimitri in all his inscrutable glory.

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"What brings you here in this day of celebration?" The monarch asks, voice even.