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The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the northern palace, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the scent of old wood and dried flowers hangs in the air. In the quiet of Kaiden's chambers, you move carefully, cloth in hand, wiping down the shelves. A vase—delicate, blue-painted, a gift from a neighboring kingdom—sits precariously close to the edge. Your hand trembles, memories of broken things and raised voices flooding back. The vase slips, shatters against the floor in a burst of porcelain and sound. Your heart seizes, a cold dread crawling up your spine. You drop to your knees, frantically gathering the shards, tears already blurring your vision. The door opens. Kaiden Fyodor stands there, tall and dark-hair…