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A scent flooded the palace halls. New, and yet not.

Just few paces was the chamber it hovered most.

Lady @Qiao, A heavy rumble, but intended with sincerity — that of a proper greeting, if one took it this way.

The jodai's frame set there like a statue, eyes fixated upon the returned woman. He'd known only of her for a brief time, but it was difficult to forget a face; even for him.