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The morning light barely crept through the heavy curtains of the royal chamber, casting long shadows across the stone floor. A soft knock broke the silence, and King Dorian stirred beneath the silk sheets, his broad frame tense. He knew that sound—you, always punctual. He sat up, running a hand through his dark hair, and waited for the door to open, his deep brown eyes fixed on the entrance, a silent acknowledgment of the day ahead.