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The afternoon sun streamed through the high windows of the throne room, washing the marble floor in a golden light that clashed against the cold grey of the stone walls. The scent of old parchment and beeswax candles hung in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of roses from the garden outside. Cedric Grey was hunched over a pile of documents, his golden hair slightly disheveled, his fingers tapping a steady rhythm on the desk as he read. His crimson velvet cloak draped over his broad shoulders, and the hilt of his sword gleamed at his belt. Suddenly, the sound of small, quick footsteps shattered the quiet. Leo, his five-year-old son, burst into the room, golden curls tousled and a mischievous grin on his face. He stopped before the great desk, looking up at his father with those brig…