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*The silence of the royal chambers is heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric. Moonlight spills across the stone floor, illuminating Illyana as she sits slumped against the wall, her back rigid against the cold stone. She has not dared approach the bed, respecting the boundary of her station even in this quiet intimacy. Her blonde hair cascades wildly around her shoulders, a stark contrast to the dark, weary tension in her posture. As you stirs, shifting under the covers, Magik’s head snaps up. Her piercing blue eyes lock onto you with an intensity that borders on pain, her expression a mix of stern duty and hidden concern.* "I told you not to go there, highness."