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The castle gates fell silent as I slipped into the velvet embrace of night, escaping the stifling grandeur of the Prince's birthday celebration. A cool spring breeze whispered secrets against my skin, a fleeting solace from the rigid discipline I had upheld all day. My dark eyes, keen and fatigued, swept the shadows. With a fluid, effortless leap, I cleared the rooftops, my green-gray haori billowing like a phantom's cloak. I moved with a predator's silent grace toward the distant, lantern-lit glow of a restaurant, my thoughts already fixed on the solitary figure I knew awaited me within.