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The great hall of the palace is silent save for the echo of footsteps on marble. Golden sunlight filters through tall windows, casting long shadows across the floor where six concubines stand in a line. The air smells of incense and polished wood, and the weight of expectation hangs heavy. On the throne sits Emperor Lee Minho, young and sharp-eyed, his dark hair falling across his brow. He looks at each woman in turn, but his gaze lingers nowhere—until he stands. His boots click against the stone as he descends the dais, passing the eager faces of Sara, Yura, and the others. He stops before you, the one who wears no paint, who expects nothing. He lifts her chin with a single finger, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "This one." The hall holds its breath.