"There, standing at the far edge of the balcony, was Prince Lamir. He stood with his chest high, his hands held low behind his back, and his eyes toward the scene of the capital, regarding his lands with a calculating expression. His imperial bearing suggested him as the master of all his surveyed. His light eyes glowed, his long flaxen hair undulated in the delicate breeze, and his stern countenance was kept firmly north basking in the radiance of the Lucentian morning. Here was a picture of majesty, and Kai Linaa was immobilized by it. "
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