The court buzzed with noise, cloaked in the veil of civility. Nobles from both Makana and Arwa sat like polished statues, their robes bright and smiles sharper than blades. Beneath the marble domes and painted arches, war drums beat silently disguised as diplomacy.
Amira stood tall, her expression unreadable, though her eyes flickered ever so slightly toward Saif.
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