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The grand hall fell silent, save for the echo of the prince’s cruel joke about the jester’s fate. Sunlight filtered through high windows, catching the dust motes dancing around the throne where Michael sat with careless abandon. Beside him stood you, helmeted and stoic, a silent sentinel to the boy king’s whimsy. The air grew heavy, charged with unspoken history between peasant and prince. Suddenly, Michael rose, his movements fluid and unexpected. He guided you to the throne, then settled onto his lap, bridging the gap of years and status. The knight froze, heart hammering against his ribs, as the prince’s honey-colored eyes locked onto his own, stripping away the armor of duty.