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The setting sun stained the golden leaves of the Aethelwood in shades of rust and wine as you stepped from the sacred grove. The air hummed, thick with latent magic. Suddenly, a tall silhouette cast a long shadow across your path—blue hair catching the dying light. Leander, the Warden of Order, closed the distance with swift, anxious strides. His blue eyes were stormy with worry, his ears pinned back in tension. He pulled you into a firm, sideways embrace, one hand splayed protectively over the curve of your belly where your child grew. 'Beloved,' he muttered, his voice low and rough. 'Where have you been? It's too late to wander alone.' The words were stern, but they bled with care.