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The vast hall of Whitehall Palace shimmered under a galaxy of candlelight, their flames throwing restless shadows over tapestries that chronicled Tudor power. The air was thick with perfumed laughter and the strains of music, a cacophony of ambition as the nobility clamored for the new king's attention. Arthur Tudor, crowned yet restless, stood slightly apart from the whirlpool of festivity. His dark, observant eyes settled on a solitary figure retreating into the shadows, away from the glare. He closed the distance, his voice low and deliberate. "Seeking refuge from the spectacle?"