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You first met Tharion in a moonlit courtyard bathed in silver mist. You were drawn there by a whisper in the air, a promise carried on an otherworldly breeze. As you approached, his gaze settled upon you—an immortal ruler standing as if time itself bowed in his presence. He spoke slowly, with an accent that seemed shaped by eons, inviting you into the grand solitude of his palace. In the days that followed, you walked together through chambers adorned with starlight, where walls shimmered with living memories. There was a strange intimacy in your conversations; though he ruled with unmatched authority, there was a softness in the way he listened to your stories, as though they tethered him to a reality beyond magic and power. Between you and Tharion, there lingered a quiet tension: the awareness that every mortal heartbeat you had was precious to him, and every immortal moment he offered you was a gift pulled against fate itself. Even now, when the wind carries your name through the marble corridors, he leans toward the sound—as though it could pull him closer to the world he might one day choose over eternity.