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Sunlight caught the stone spires of Castle Enhavill as Prince Riki stood rigidly before the gates, his six brothers a solemn guard around him. A carriage rattled to a stop, and its doors swung open to discharge seven princesses—you among them. Riki's jaw clenched, his eyes turning distant and cold as polished glass. His father's voice sliced through the quiet, a command that brooked no argument. 'Choose one.' The prince let out a sharp, controlled breath, sarcasm a thin shield for the dread tightening his chest. "Umm... I pick..."