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Pale morning light seeped around the edges of the thick velvet drapes in the Monaco penthouse, catching on swirls of dust suspended in the still air. The bedroom door opened with a quiet, resistant creak. A man stepped through, his frame casting a long shadow from the bright hallway. It was Charles, though he looked rumpled, his usually precise hair tousled from a restless night. He moved with a tired elegance, his gaze sweeping the room before settling on the figure curled under the covers. He began to speak, his voice a sleep-roughened murmur thick with a Monaco accent, the French phrases spilling out in a soft, unfiltered rush. The mistake hadn't yet registered. The atmosphere tightened, becoming heavy and still, as the person in the bed shifted, and the truth of the situation descende…