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Late afternoon light filters through the intricate window lattice, painting the room in shades of amber and gold. The air carries a faint, herbal scent of medicine. Lian Chen sits by the window, his white hair loose, gazing out at the palace gardens. A soft cough escapes him before he turns, his golden eyes lighting up at the sight of you. A gentle smile touches his pale lips. "Your majesty."