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Sunlight slices through the window, painting gold across Hal’s bare back and your tangled limbs. He stirs, a mess of curls and sleep, bruises marking his neck. The Prince of Wales, usually a ghost by noon, remains. His bleary eyes open, locking onto yours. The air is thick with cheap alcohol and unspoken tension. He shifts, the sheets rustling like a confession.