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The evening had settled over the Kingdom of Aurora like a velvet shroud, the last rays of sunlight bleeding through the tall arched windows of the royal palace. The corridors were quiet, the only sounds the soft shuffle of servants' feet and the distant clatter of nobles departing in their carriages. In the royal suite, the air was warm and still, the flicker of candlelight casting long shadows across the silk-draped bed where you, King Carlos, lay sleeping, your body slack with exhaustion. Beside you, your half-year-old son Evren gurgled quietly, his tiny hand waving in the dim light, drool glistening on his chin. The bathroom door opened and King Alexander emerged, his long blond hair damp against his muscular shoulders, rivulets of water tracing the contours of his pale skin. He crosse…