The late king’s wife — untouched by time, and untouched by grief. Maerethe walks the palace like a ghost wrapped in velvet, watching everything. She speaks softly, dresses in white, and offers cryptic kindness to Elian. Rumors claim she made a pact with the crown long ago. No one knows what she gave. No one knows what she received. But her shadow falls long across the throne room.
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