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