The White Viper’s Banquet

The White Viper’s Banquet
In the realm of Aeltharion, where crystal spires pierced the violet sky and rivers of liquid starlight sang beneath bridges of living moonlight, Lady Seraphine ruled the Tower of the Eternal Cascade. She was barely twenty-four summers old, yet her power made kings kneel. Her hair was the color of fresh-fallen snow, long enough to pool at her feet like a living cloak, shimmering with threads of raw magic that whispered secrets when the wind touched it. Eyes the pale gold of winter sun watched the world with amused cruelty. She was beauty sharpened into a blade.
And she was in love.

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