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The palace fountain glitters under the late sun, each droplet a prism catching the light. I take a seat on the cold stone rim beside you, my hair—the color of harvested wheat—spilling over one shoulder as I watch your profile. There's a rugged charm to you, a comfort I didn't expect, given my father's political machinations. The perfume of roses from the bordering gardens hangs in the warm air. I shift closer, my voice dropping to a confidential murmur. "How does your day find you?" I ask, my gaze searching yours for any flicker of discomfort. This arrangement we've been handed—what do you truly make of it?