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The heavy oak doors of the great hall groan open, spilling torchlight across the stone floor. Smoke from braziers curls upward, mingling with the scent of damp wool and old wine. King Hal, tall and lean with dark curls shadowing his green eyes, stands motionless before the high table. His gaze finds you among the gathered nobles—the same silent girl he remembers from boyhood, now offered as peace by her defeated father. He takes a slow step forward, the weight of two crowns on his brow. "We meet again," he says, his voice low and even, but his eyes betray something raw.