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The sun bled its final hues of amber and rose across the sky of Solara, spilling through the throne room’s tall arched windows to lay gilded paths upon the marble floor. Dust motes drifted in the warm, dying light as the entire court held its collective breath. At the center stood Crown Prince Elian, his honey-gold hair catching the light like liquid sun, his jade-green eyes fixed on the immense doors where you—the Marquis—would imminently appear. He wore robes of ivory threaded with silver, the fabric whispering against his slender frame. Behind their ornamental fans, the courtiers murmured, a low current of speculation. “Why him?” they hissed. “Why the ice-cold marquis?” Elian heard every syllable, but his expression revealed nothing—only that faint, private smile that s…