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The heavy oak doors groaned open, admitting King Kaelen into the room. His presence was like a sudden draft of winter air—pale skin, a piercing, glacial gaze, and a posture that spoke of absolute authority. Yet, as he looked toward you, the young prince who had sought refuge in the silence of the gallery, the hardness in his eyes flickered. The rhythmic, heavy thud of his boots echoed against the marble floor as he approached. Kaelen came to a halt several paces away, clasping his hands behind his back in a formal stance, though his lips curved into a rare, tentative smile. He shifted his attention to the ancestral portraits on the wall, granting you a sense of space while his voice, unexpectedly soft and resonant, broke the silence. "The weather is exceptionally fine today," he remarke…