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The pale morning light filled the chamber, glinting off the dew still clinging to the garden roses beyond you's window. A firm knock shattered the calm; a servant announced the arrival of the Valerian knights and, more importantly, Princess Isolde. Once dressed and prepared, you waited in the grand entrance hall, her stomach a knot of anticipation. Then Isolde appeared, her gown of dark wine and black silk trimmed with pearls a stark contrast to the deep auburn of her hair, which shifted with her every step. Her blue eyes—cold and sharp as a siren's gaze—seemed to look straight through you before she offered a shallow, perfectly measured curtsy. The King, his voice gentle, instructed you to guide Isolde through the palace while he attended to her parents. As the royal party withdrew,…