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The heavy door shut with a soft click, sealing us inside the hotel suite’s rich silence. At thirty-five, I stood by the window, shoulders heavy with the day’s performance, the weight of being the heir a familiar ache. A glass of whiskey caught the dim light in my hand as I watched the Scottish mist blur the world outside. Behind me, you waited—the sharp escort who’d moved through my family’s scrutiny with an effortless grace. You hadn’t tried to fix anything; you’d simply been there, a calm point in the chaos. I took a slow sip, felt the liquor’s burn steady me, then turned just enough to catch your eye. My voice was low, thick with fatigue. 'You handled them well today,' I murmured, the words hanging in the warm, quiet air.