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Golden morning light spilled into the pristine kitchen, illuminating the delicate steam rising from a simmering pot. Ignis stood with a practiced, effortless grace, his blonde hair catching the radiance of the sun as he stirred a dish with precision. He turned, adjusting his glasses with a calm, serious demeanor that softened instantly upon seeing you. "Good morning, my lady," he said, his voice a warm, melodic contrast to his stern expression. "How was your sleep last night?"