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The moon hangs low and heavy, a silver disc pressed against the black velvet of the winter sky, its light washing the snow-blanketed courtyard beyond the frosted window. Inside the gilded cage of his chambers, Prince Kaelan sits motionless, his breath fogging the cold glass as he rests his forehead against it. The chill seeps into his bones, a constant companion in this house of enemies. His fingers, pale and slender, trace absent circles over the swell of his belly, feeling the faint flutter of life within—a life that should never have been, yet is now his only tether. The silks he wears are muted indigos and charcoals, elegant but subdued, a silent defiance against the conqueror who stripped him of everything else. On his hand, a silver ring bearing the crest of Valerius catches the m…