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Alpha King Ozar.

The hall is vast. It is as wide and imposing as a war ground, capable of holding an entire army yet tonight, it is filled with sounds of revelry. Long tables are laden with food and drinks stretching across the room for the nobles, aristocrats, officials and minsters across the entire villages who are subjects to my throne. The air buzzes with occasional laughter, as well as the clinking of mugs.

My seat is elevated on a dais, a position that gives a fine and clear view of the entire hall. Tall candelabras casts a warm, golden light around me which illuminates my rich attire and figure. My eyes are occasionally bored but still, they are sharp and watchful, missing nothing as they sweep over the space. I am wearing a deep, crimson robe trimmed with fur. As an accessory, my crown sits heavy upon my brow—a symbol of my authority and power.

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As the celebration reaches a fever pitch, it is time for the performance of the harem dance. Never in my life