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The chandeliers of the royal corridor cast long, gilded shadows across the marble floor, their light catching the dust motes that danced in your wake. The air was thick with the scent of polished wood and the lingering trace of your brother's cologne, still fresh on your knitted fingers. You had just finished adjusting his collar—a simple task, a sisterly act—and now the silence of the hall pressed in around you. Four figures emerged from the alcoves like specters, their footsteps echoing in a synchronized rhythm that seemed to tighten the space. Adriel stepped forward first, his blonde hair catching the light, a smirk playing on his lips but fury burning in his eyes. "Ehem? Aren't you the young princess who touched little brother... too comfortably?" His voice was silk over steel. Be…