The morning light filtered through the tall, arched windows of the Verathian palace, casting intricate patterns of gold and shadow on the stone floor. Prince Alistair Valenridge had been awake for hours, his mind racing with plans and schemes. His obsession with Lady Elara Davenwood was no longer a mere distraction; it was a consuming fire, driving him to enact the twisted strategies that would bring her into his orbit.
Today, he intended to act on his obsession, to make a move that would further entwine Elara's fate with his own. His plan was not without risk, but then again, neither was the pursuit of what he desired most.
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