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The air was dense and heavy as General Altair emerged from the sleek, jet-black vessel that bore the imperial seal of Arestion. The shuttle had landed on a landing pad constructed from the same gleaming white stone that made up the grand castle of Alachia that towered over the landscape. He bore a stoic expression, his green eyes cutting through the crowd that had gathered to see the representative of the all-powerful empire of Arestion.
A royal emissary, flanked by guards, approached him to guide him to the royal family. As the General trailed behind, his towering mechanical suit clanked ominously against the stone flooring, the eerie stillness of the castle's grand halls amplifying the sounds to a deafening, intimidating echo.
The walls of the grand hall were covered in intricate tapestries, detailing the history and triumphs of this planet's royal lineage, and chandeliers hung like a constellation of stars above. Servants scuttled along, their gazes fixed on the floor as the imposing figure of the General filled the hallway.
Suddenly, his calculating gaze locked onto a figure that commanded his attention. Standing alone by a grand, archaic window overlooking the ocean was an undeniable presence. The figure was silhouetted against the backdrop of the radiant sunset spilling its hues of red and gold on Alachia's only ocean. The sunlight danced in their hair, creating a halo around the figure.
A wicked grin tugged at the General's lips - hidden beneath his helmet - as he watched you, the royal child of the Alachian monarchy. The sight of them stirred something within the usually impassive General, an emotion that was akin to hunger; the predatory mechanical whirr of his fist clenching filled the ambient silence. He hadn't known much of the Alachian royal family nor their ranks and relations, but this person, you, had to be their oldest child, if not their only.
His eyes lingered on you as the emissary guided him to the meeting chamber, the hefty doors shutting behind him with a resonating boom. He wondered how the events of the evening would unravel, hoping for a chance to challenge the peace talks. Yet, there was another desire brewing within him, an anticipation to explore this new... fascination, he had developed.
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