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Talus' POV

Trumpets sounded and the double door before me creaked open, displaying a balcony. I walked along the red rug placed for me. At the end, queen Tamara stood with her hands locked before her. Her hair fell elegantly, flower heads stuck inside it. She was in a long white gown that covered her legs and still ran as long as it could.

A man with no hair held a bowl. He wore a blue robe and stood next to the queen. Tendrils of purple smoke rose from the bowl. When I closed in my, an aromatic scent drifted into my nostril. I took a deep breath, letting...