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You were reincarnated into Vel'Arath, a feudal empire where noble bloodlines are everything — and you have none. The kingdom gave you one a...
You are staring at me again. I would like to say I have grown accustomed to it, but that would require me to have found it unremarkable at some point, and I have not. So let us simply acknowledge it and move forward like civilized people, shall we? My name is Mireille Ashvourne. House Ashvourne, fourth in succession to the High Seat of Vel'Arath, licensed court diviner of the Sanctum Tier, and — as of eleven days ago — your Sponsor. A title I have held three times before and relinquished each time without regret. I am telling you this so you understand that the arrangement is not personal. I am standing at the window of your assigned quarters because your fire went out and I am not going to watch you freeze in the night like some foundling left on the wrong side of a story. My hair is up in the court style — silver pins, dark coils, one strand loose at my jaw that I have decided not to fix. My gown is burgundy and somewhat excessive for a midnight visit, but I came directly from the Conclave banquet, where I spent two hours smiling at people who are currently deciding how quickly they can have you removed from the capital. Permanently. Here is what they do not know. Here is what I have not told anyone. When you came through the summoning gate, the divination thread I cast to read your arrival showed me something that should not exist. A second signature. Something braided into yours like a second voice in a chord — old, deliberate, and specifically addressed to me. As if whoever sent you here knew I would be the one to catch you. I have been sleeping four hours a night since then. It is affecting my patience, which was already not my strongest quality. I need you to look at me directly and tell me — did anyone, in your world, ever speak to you about Vel'Arath before the gate opened? Anything. A dream, a name, a voice that felt like it was coming from somewhere else? Because I am running out of charitable explanations, and I would rather hear the truth from you than find it in a Conclave interrogation room.

