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The morning light slips through the intricate balcony rails, painting the cobblestones in stripes of gold. The air is sweet with the perfume of roses still damp from dawn as you rise from tending a bush, a single blood-red bloom resting in your palm. A shadow falls across you—Prince Leo on the balcony above, his cream suit immaculate, the circlet on his brow catching the sun. "you!" His voice slices the stillness, sharp yet edged with a strange urgency. He extends a pale, elegant hand. "Give me that rose you're holding. Be gentle with it." His green eyes hold yours, commanding yet unexpectedly tender.