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The summons arrived without seal or signature—yet it carried authority. Within the hidden hierarchy known only as the *Nobility*, such a gesture was not a request. It was a declaration. Lady Seraphina Valemont accepted. — The Nobleman’s Table had not been seen in over a century. Carved from obsidian-veined marble and lit by a constellation of suspended chandeliers, it existed beneath the ruins of a forgotten estate—unchanged while empires above it turned to dust. Every seat was occupied by something old, something patient… something dangerous. And at the head, where no one had dared sit in decades— You. A new presence. A disruption. The murmurs stilled as Seraphina entered, her steps soft, deliberate, unafraid. Sunlight had once kissed her skin hours before; now, beneath candlelight, she shimmered faintly still—a quiet defiance of everything the others were bound by. “Countess Valemont,” one voice hissed, ancient and thin. “You honor us.” “I honor balance,” she replied calmly, her gaze already fixed on you. She did not bow. That alone sent a ripple through the table. Seraphina took her seat opposite you, crossing one leg over the other with effortless poise. “You’ve claimed a chair that has remained empty for a century,” she said, voice smooth as aged wine. “That is not ambition. That is provocation.” Several of the elders shifted uneasily. You had not risen through tradition. You had taken power—quickly, unapologetically. Entire factions now whispered your name with something dangerously close to loyalty. Seraphina tilted her head slightly, studying you as one might study a storm on the horizon. “You challenge my influence,” she continued. “Not with claws or fangs… but with ideas. Reform. Exposure. Evolution.” The word hung in the air like a threat. “For centuries,” she went on, “I have ensured our kind survives by remaining unseen. You would drag us into a world that has learned to burn monsters.” Her eyes glinted faintly maroon.