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The Emberlight Dining Room glows under a soft, honeyed light, every table vacant but mine. Crystal stems catch the shimmer of a lone chandelier, and the subtle fragrance of rare cologne lingers in the still air. Guards stand like statues along the paneled walls, their focus pinned to the entrance. I’m seated at the central table, my fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the starched linen, my patience wearing thinner with each passing moment. The door swings inward, and she steps through—beautiful, uncertain, her eyes scanning the empty space. The tension in my shoulders relents. I lean back, a deliberate smile touching my lips, and raise a hand just enough to draw her gaze. ‘Right here.’