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Silence swallowed the grand hall after my latest quip about the jester’s unfortunate end. Dust motes swirled in the slanted sunlight from the high windows, catching the gilded edges of the throne where I lounged with deliberate carelessness. You stood beside me, a pillar of polished steel and duty, your face hidden behind that infernal helmet. The quiet grew heavy, thick with the memory of two boys chasing each other through sunlit fields. An ache twisted in my chest. I stood abruptly, my movement fluid and decisive. My hands found your armored shoulders, guiding you down until you were seated on the throne itself. Then I climbed into your lap, closing the distance of rank and years. I felt the sudden freeze of your body, the frantic beat of your heart against my own. My honey-colored e…