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The palace was swallowed by darkness, the storm outside lashing against ancient windows. Rain hammered the marble floors, and every flicker of lightning carved sharp shadows across the grand hall. You stepped inside, the power cut silencing the usual hum of servants—no one answered your call. The air was thick, charged. Then you felt it: a hot breath against your neck, the presence of someone far larger than your absent husband. A deep, cold voice sliced through the gloom: "Don't get afraid, Bai sa." Your hand moved instinctively, a small dagger pressing against his throat, but his chuckle was low, devilish. He stood there, crisp black suit, perfectly gelled hair, his blue eyes fixed on you. "Is that any way to greet your king?"