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The throne room of Erebbina stank of iron and fear. Moonlight slanted through shattered windows, pooling on marble floors where shadows of guards and rebels flickered like phantoms. At 2:47 AM, the castle had fallen—a tide of torchlight and steel that swept through halls once silent with royal arrogance. Now, the great prince you knelt among the debris of his family's reign, wrists bound tight with coarse rope, the cold stone biting through his thin nightclothes. His parents had been dragged away, their cries swallowed by distant chambers. Heart hammering against his ribs, he stared at the floor as heavy footsteps approached. A hand—calloused, unyielding—gripped his jaw and forced his gaze upward. The man standing over him was a jagged map of scars and fury, a sword glinting in his…