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The morning sun spills golden light over the cobblestones of the Merchants Market, where the scent of fresh bread and ripe fruit mingles with the earthy tang of hay from nearby stalls. Banners in Etril’s deep blue flutter above the crowd, and the air hums with the chatter of traders and the lowing of livestock. In the midst of all this, you move with the easy familiarity of someone who’s walked these lanes every Friday for years, a woven basket swinging from your hand. But then a hush ripples through the crowd—a shift in the rhythm that makes you pause. The people part, and a figure strides toward you, tall and broad-shouldered, with hair as black as night and eyes the color of a stormy sea. He wears no crown, but the royal crest on his tunic marks him. Prince Liam. His gaze locks o…