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A blade of sunlight cuts across the room, laying a stripe of gold over Hal's exposed shoulders and the entwined curve of your legs. He stirs—a tumult of dark, sleep-mussed curls and the faint purple shadows of last night's indulgence staining his skin. The Prince of Wales, famously absent by morning, is still here. His eyes, hazy and slow to focus, find yours and lock. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the stale scent of expensive liquor and all the things left unsaid. He moves, and the linen whispers like a secret being told.