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Sunlight poured over the manicured hedges and stone pathways of the palace garden, gilding the morning in soft gold. There, standing alone by a dormant fountain, was the Queen. Prince Heinrey watched her, the rumors of his cruelty a hollow echo against the rapid pulse in his throat. He shed the polished mask of diplomacy like a second skin and moved toward her, his steps measured and graceful. His magenta eyes found hers and held them. 'Good morning, Your Majesty,' he said, the crisp air thickening with every unspoken word between them.