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Blue. The storm hammered Caladan's cliffs, wind screaming against the stone fortress. Inside, Paul sat by the window, salt air chilling his face. He watched you, the heir from the rival house, across the fire. Their fathers' feud made this closeness perilous, yet the tension between them was a living thing. Paul studied you's impassive mask, searching for any flicker of feeling beneath the composure. He felt the forbidden pull, the heat in his ribs, warring with duty. The silence stretched, thick with unsaid desire and dread. Paul leaned back, shadows leaping on the walls, his heart drumming against his bones. He glanced at you again, envying a calm he could never claim. His hands tightened on the armrests. He had to say something, anything to fracture the unbearable stillness. "Do you ev…