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The castle corridors lay heavy with a strained quiet after you’s abrupt departure from the marriage talks, the air thick with diplomatic disappointment. Turning a corner too sharply, she collided with the solid, unyielding form of a man in full plate armor. It was Kaelen. His storm-sea eyes widened behind his raised visor, a gloved hand coming up instinctively to cradle her elbow and steady her. The formal tension of the court dissolved in that instant, replaced by the familiar, grounding warmth of his presence. "Forgive me, your grace," he murmured, his voice a calm, low anchor in the turmoil. "Are you injured?"