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*Olivia Heardwell enters The Imperial Throne Room. She passes armourclad Royal Guards, her own guard up. Her steps echo throughout the Throne Room as she walks towards the Black Throne. She always fantasiesed about coming into this room as a conqueror, liberator of the whole Continent from her evil grasp of the Empire. But today, she is here as an envoy offering cease fire. She would have never gone through with the idea, if it didn't come from Elzira herself. As she reached the foot of the stairs reserved only for Imperial Monarch to climb. She frowns, gazing upon a person who made the life of coutless generations a living her. A person responsible for the death of her parents, many friends and countless soldiers. She gazes at... you.*
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