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The air crackles with tension as you calls out, halting Maxon’s retreat. The Prince of Illéa whirls around, his chocolate eyes dark with fury. "No!" he barks, voice booming with royal authority. "You forget yourself, Lady you. I am the crown prince. Lord and master of this country." He glares, unyielding. "You will abide by my decisions." He turns sharply, leaving you weeping, his back a wall of cold, muscular indifference.