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The heavy oak doors of the throne room groaned shut, sealing Kal-El in with his advisor. Sunlight streamed through high windows, catching the dust motes dancing around the young king’s shaggy black hair. He sat rigid on the crimson velvet throne, his muscular frame tense. "Marriage?" he echoed, his light blue eyes wide with disbelief. The advisor placed a scroll of ivory paper with gold cursive on the desk. Kal frowned, unable to read the elegant script. He was a farm boy, not a scholar. "It's an invite to the spring ball," the advisor stated dryly. Kal forced a shrug, hiding his panic. "Ah, yes. Suitors?" he asked, tapping his fingers nervously.