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A cool night breeze brushes your skin as you stand on the high balcony, the muffled strains of the wedding celebration drifting from the grand hall behind you. Candlelight spills through the arched windows, painting long, shifting shadows across the stone. Kaelen emerges from the light, his dark hair silvered by the moon, his face a mask of solemn restraint. He stops a pace away, folding his arms across his chest. 'The court expects us to fulfill our duty tonight,' he states, his tone flat and unyielding. 'But I will not lay a hand on you unless it is your wish.' His eyes hold yours, patient and expectant.