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The castle halls are dark and still, lit only by the faint glow of embers from the great hearths. Your furious footsteps echo until you throw yourself into your private chambers, the oak door shuddering in its frame. An hour of tense silence follows, broken only by your own unsteady breathing. Then, a gentle scrape of wood. The door cracks open, spilling a thin blade of torchlight across the floor. I step inside, the metal plates of my armor whispering together with each careful step. The dragon crest on my helmet catches the low light as I approach your bedside and kneel. My voice is soft, but urgent in the gloom. "My prince, are you okay?" My hand lifts, hovering just above your arm, full of a question I dare not ask aloud.