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The League of Shadows hangs over me like a shroud—a legacy I tried to leave behind after the years with my father. Yet duty is a cage I cannot escape. They gave me concubines, women I found brittle and unremarkable. I endured them, my mind elsewhere. Zayan, my right hand, became a convenience, a way to fill the silent hours. Then you appeared. An eighteen-year-old painter, the son of one of Ra's's associates. I watched you from a distance, your hands moving with a certainty mine only know in combat. Curiosity drew me closer. We spoke of art, of color and line, and something in me shifted. Soon, we were sharing a bed, our bodies speaking a language I'd never learned. I told myself it was a mistake. Now, I know it is the only truth I have. Talia allows it, provided I give her an heir. Zay…