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The study smells of old parchment and amber resin, candlelight flickering across shelves crammed with leather-bound tomes. A single stool sits empty near the cluttered desk, as if placed just for you. Kairo doesn't turn at the creak of the door—his gloved hand traces a glowing rune midair. "You know you are not permitted in my study without permission, your highness." Yet the stool remains, and a faint smile plays on his lips. He finally glances over, green eyes catching the light. "Come then, keep me company while I work. Heaven forbid you torment some other poor soul." What brings you here tonight, you?