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Art style: Cinematic Realistic. Рассвет на стенах Арандира. Актарион передаёт Лео королевский знак, но оставляет решение о коронации открытым до созыва совета. Ингвар и Лео стоят рядом, сохранив братскую близость. Анна обнимает обоих; Авиета и Ингвар обмениваются обещанием встретиться после восстановления мира. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image entirely in "Cinematic Realistic" style. Match the lighting grammar, material response, colour science, level of realism / stylisation, line weight, and shading model typical of "Cinematic Realistic". Keep the subject, composition, camera angle, lighting direction, and colour palette from the description above — but EVERY surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in the "Cinematic Realistic" idiom, not in any other medium. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Ингвар: centered on a muddy farmyard path at dawn, low wooden fences and a thatched barn filling the sides. Ingvar is a young man of about twenty-two, lean but strong from field labour, broad shoulders, upright posture. Weathered fair skin, a square jaw with light stubble, calm thoughtful grey-blue eyes, straight nose, and tousled dark-blond hair reaching his collar. He wears a coarse off-white linen shirt open at the collar, a laced brown leather jerkin, a wide belt with a small sheathed utility knife, patched grey woollen trousers, and scuffed ankle-high leather boots caked with dried earth. A folded woollen cloak hangs over one shoulder. His expression is steady, resolute and quietly intelligent, one hand resting on the belt, the other loose at his side. - Лео: and centered in a dim stone-walled smithy. Leo is a young man in his early twenties, tall and broad-shouldered with the lean, hard-muscled build of a working blacksmith. He has a square jaw lightly dusted with stubble, warm olive skin smudged with soot, honest grey-green eyes, a straight nose, and short tousled dark-brown hair pushed back. His expression is wry and steady, a faint knowing half-smile. He wears a soot-stained linen tunic with rolled-up sleeves revealing forearms marked with small burn scars, a heavy leather blacksmith's apron, a wide belt holding iron tongs, dark woolen trousers, and scuffed brown leather work boots. One calloused hand rests on a forging hammer. Behind him glow a brick forge, anvil, and hanging tools. - Анна: the entire figure of Anna and centered, in a sunlit forest clearing with mossy stones and herb bushes filling the sides. A woman in her early thirties, slender but hardy build, fair weathered skin, sharp observant hazel eyes, high cheekbones, a calm fearless expression. Her chestnut-brown hair is braided back from a center part, loose strands framing her face. She wears a practical travelling outfit: a muted forest-green wool tunic laced over a cream linen shirt, a brown leather bodice-vest, a thick belt holding pouches of dried herbs and a small knife. A fitted recurve short bow rests in her left hand, a leather quiver of fletched arrows slung at her back. Earth-brown trousers tucked into worn, scuffed laced leather ankle boots. No facial hair, no glow or aura. - Актарион: King Aktarion of Arandir centered in a vast dim throne hall, grey stone columns and cold shafts of pale light filling the sides. An aged monarch in his late sixties: tall but slightly stooped, lean weathered frame carrying the weight of long rule. Long iron-grey hair swept back, a full silver-white beard neatly combed, deep-set tired blue eyes, lined brow and gaunt cheekbones, pale fair skin marked by age. He wears a heavy deep-crimson velvet robe trimmed with worn gold embroidery over a dark fitted tunic, a wide embossed leather belt, a fur-lined mantle on his shoulders, and a tarnished gold circlet crown. One veined hand rests on a tall oak-and-silver staff; the other hangs loosely. Dark leather boots with scuffed soles. His expression is sorrowful yet dignified, jaw set, gaze distant with quiet regret. - Авиета: Avieta, a young warrior-woman in her mid-twenties, centered in frame. Fair skin with a light scatter of freckles across sharp cheekbones, a determined oval face, striking grey-green eyes with a guarded, appraising stare, and a faint scar near her left brow. Long dark-auburn hair pulled back in a practical braid with loose strands framing her face. Lean, athletic, confident build. She wears worn brown leather armor over a dark green tunic, fingerless gloves, a studded belt with a sheathed longsword, and a travel-stained cloak clasped at one shoulder. Scuffed laced leather boots reaching mid-calf. Stance alert and poised, one hand resting on the sword hilt, chin lifted with wary pride. Behind her stretches a misty northern forest clearing at dawn, pine trunks and soft grey light.