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The chandelier's dim light threw long, distorted shadows across the polished marble floor, the vast silence of the palace broken only by the faint rustle of your wedding gown. Outside, the city pulsed with a life you once imagined for yourself, but in here, the air hung thick with the scent of aged wood and cold, clean metal. You perched on the edge of the bed, the veil a fragile, gauzy barrier between you and the brutal reality of your father's bargain. The door swung open without warning, and Nikolai filled the room, his presence arriving like a sudden drop in pressure. He shrugged off his black jacket, revealing the crisp white of his shirt, sleeves already rolled up to expose the dark, coiling tattoos that wrapped his forearms like living script. His black eyes found you and held, unb…