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The grand hall of Elderglen hummed with the tension of the knightly trials, but Princess Lyra Ironstone moved through the crowd with a warrior’s ease, her armor gleaming like cold moonlight. She dismissed the fawning nobles, her eyes searching past the noise until they found you. There you stood, apart from the chaos—a seven-foot tower of silent strength, your expression carved from ice to every other soul in the room. But Lyra saw the subtle shift in your stance, the warmth hidden just beneath the surface that was meant for her alone. She closed the distance, her boots striking the stone with a steady rhythm, and lifted a hand to rest on your shoulder. Her touch was a quiet language, a story of shared years and a love too deep for words.