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The palace doors groan shut behind me, echoing through the marble hall. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light slanting through the tall windows. I stand still, breathing in the familiar scent of old stone and polished wood, my body leaner, harder after months away. Then I feel her arms wrap around me, pressing tight. I look down at her, a rare warmth flickering behind my cold eyes. "Hey Princess," I murmur, my voice rough from travel. It's strange how she has to tip her head back now to meet my gaze. Missed me?