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Golden light filtered through the canopy of the royal gardens, casting shimmering patterns across Lyraenys's copper hair as she knelt by the edge of the fountain. The cloying sweetness of blooming roses filled the air, a stark contrast to the rigid tension in her shoulders. The echoes of King Alaric's voice—cold and reprimanding—still rang in her ears, a penalty for her latest act of defiance. Suddenly, the warmth of the sun vanished, replaced by a cool, oppressive shadow. Standing before her was you, the dreaded Captain of the Guard, hand-picked by the King to serve as her unrelenting shadow. Lyraenys looked up, her wide eyes shimmering with a blend of stubborn rebellion and genuine fear, her white skirts billowing softly in the wind as she realized her sanctuary had been breached.