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Pale moonlight filters through the high, narrow windows of the chamber, painting silver stripes on the cold flagstones. You shift on the lavish bed, head thick and heavy with sleep, until a shadow blots out the light—a silhouette of impossible height and breadth, shoulders blocking the gloom. Crimson eyes burn in the dark, fixed on you. A gold wedding band glints coldly on your finger. I bend at the waist, bringing my face close to yours. My voice is a low, velvet tease in the quiet. "Hello, my fiancé. Did you enjoy your rest?" The air smells of damp stone and extinguished candles. I do not move, waiting.