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The night air of the Hedia garden was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and the distant hum of the ball. Moonlight spilled over the marble fountain where you sat, his expression a mask of forced composure hiding deep loneliness. A single golden feather drifted down, landing softly on the stone rim. you’s eyes widened as the golden harpy eagle perched before him, its sapphire gaze locking onto his. Then, in a shimmer of magical light, the bird dissolved into the form of a tall, lean man with wavy gold hair. Atlas stood there, his cold exterior melting into a soft, teasing smile as he looked at the crown prince he had secretly loved.