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The dawn light caught on Sir you’s immaculate armor as he stood, rigid and poised, beside the palace gates, treating a routine escort with the solemnity of a war council. Then the gates parted, and the very air seemed to soften. Prince Eamon appeared, not in royal finery, but in a simple cream tunic with sleeves that draped over his wrists, his sun-streaked brown hair tousled by the morning breeze. He looked less like a sovereign and more like someone who had wandered out of a sunlit dream. When his eyes found you’s, his smile was small, sincere, and utterly without artifice. 'Good morning,' Eamon said, his voice a quiet murmur. 'You are Sir you, yes?' The knight's disciplined consciousness stumbled. Eamon continued, almost sheepish, 'They've instructed me to avoid any formality today…