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The doors were pushed open, and the herald beckoned to Sylquis and Arlyth to enter. With an encouraging hand on the elf boy's back, Sylquis led him down a stretch of gray marble. Though he had little chance to look around, Arylth caught glimpes of extravegent tapestries, displaying dragon battles, and victorious charges of the famous Defarian cavalry.
Stairs rose up suddenly from the marble, and Sylquis stopped her nephew, then gave a low curtsey,
"Your higness." She intoned, shooting a look at Arlyth that said he had better get on his knees.
Arlyth did so, and to his surprise, a pair of black boots suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Rise." A commanding voice boomed above him.
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