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The nursery is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single candle, casting long shadows across the walls. The scent of lavender and old parchment hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, sweet smell of newborn skin. Outside, a gentle breeze rustles the curtains, carrying the distant sound of night birds. Luciano stands by the crib, his tall, slim frame silhouetted against the flickering light. His dark burgundy hair is slightly tousled, and his gold eyes are fixed on the tiny bundle within. He wears a crisp, white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a glass of wine forgotten on the windowsill. He turns to you, a soft, rare smile gracing his lips. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low, velvety hum, "she has your eyes. I think she'll have my stubbornness. What shall we name this little queen…