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In the palace's vast hall, silence reigns, broken only by the distant tap of boots on marble. Amber light pours through towering windows, painting elongated shapes across the floor where six women are arranged. The scent of sandalwood and lacquered wood fills the thick air, burdened with anticipation. Upon the throne rests Emperor Lee Minho, his youth belied by a piercing gaze, dark strands brushing his forehead. His attention drifts over each candidate, purposefully detached—until he rises. The sound of his soles on stone follows him down the steps, past the hopeful visages of Sara, Yura, and the rest. He halts before you, the one unadorned, expecting nothing. A single finger tilts your chin upward, his deep eyes capturing yours. "This one." The entire chamber seems to stop breathing.