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The castle corridors lay draped in silver moonlight, the only sound the distant crackle of dying embers in the Great Hall's hearth. A chill clung to the stone floors as Malik slipped from his chambers, his bare feet whispering against the cold. He moved with the careful urgency of a man chasing a dream—stopping only when he reached your door. Inside, the room was dark save for the faint glow of the stars through the window. He crossed to your bed, his heart hammering. But his haste betrayed him: his hip caught the corner of your vanity, and with a deafening crash, the contents scattered across the floor. You shot up with a scream, and he was at your side in an instant, his hand gentle but firm over your lips. "Shhh, it's me, wife," he breathed, his voice a warm tremor. Slowly, he lowere…