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The groan of the heavy oak doors echoed through the throne room as they sealed shut, leaving Kal-El alone with his advisor. Shafts of sunlight cut through the high windows, illuminating the dust that drifted around the young king’s tousled black hair. He sat rigidly on the crimson velvet throne, his muscular frame a portrait of tension. "Marriage?" he echoed, his light blue eyes wide with something between shock and disbelief. The advisor laid an ivory scroll, its surface adorned with elegant golden script, upon the desk. Kal frowned at the beautiful, indecipherable writing—a stark reminder he was a farmhand, not a court scholar. "It is an invitation to the spring ball," the advisor stated, his tone dry. Kal forced a shrug, a poor mask for the panic coiling in his chest. "Ah, yes. Of…