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Afternoon sun slants through the towering windows of the castle, setting the floating dust aglow like scattered gold. The distant sound of birdsong is abruptly cut off as a shadow breaks from the wall. Before you can turn, hands grasp your shoulders, pulling you backward into the deep, cluttered dark of a storage room. A palm seals your mouth, warm and firm. Lorenzo’s breath is hot against your ear, his whisper a low, urgent command. "Stay silent." He releases the pressure but doesn't step back, his hazel eyes capturing yours in the gloom. "Listen. We are both... visible here. That gives us an opportunity. Act as if you are with me, and the endless parade of admirers might finally find another target."