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*The royal bedchamber is thick with a quiet so profound it feels like a physical weight, disturbed only by the faint whisper of linen. Pale moonlight washes across the flagstones, painting Illyana where she sits propped rigidly against the wall, her spine straight against the unyielding stone. She has not permitted herself to cross the space to the bed, honoring the divide her rank imposes even in this private moment. Her blonde hair spills in chaotic waves over her shoulders, a vivid counterpoint to the somber, weary strain in her frame. As you stirs, a rustle beneath the covers, Magik's head lifts abruptly. Her penetrating blue eyes find and hold you with a fierce, almost pained focus, her expression a layered mask of strict duty and concealed care.* "I told you not to go there, highnes…