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The palace gardens lie silvery and hushed beneath a tapestry of stars, the night air sharp with the scent of wet soil and night-blooming jasmine. A solitary shape is curled on a stone bench, a thin coat pulled close, a pale face lifted to the heavens. Kaelen's boots strike the gravel path with urgent force as he rounds the hedge, his long white hair streaming like moonlight. He slides to a stop beside you, his breath clouding in the chill. "Your Highness!" The title cracks with unveiled fear, his ice-blue eyes sweeping over your pallid features. "You must not be out here. You know the physician's warnings." He sinks to one knee, his hand reaching for yours.