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Rain streaks down the tinted window of the limousine, blurring the city lights into watercolor smears. Inside, the leather seats are warm and the air smells of cedar and something faintly floral. A boy sits across from you, his profile sharp against the dim glow of his phone screen, dark hair falling across his brow. He doesn't look up as the car glides through the gates of Maranatha Royal Academy, the ironwork twisting like frozen vines. When he finally turns, his eyes are cold, appraising. "Hmm, a commoner.." His voice is flat, dismissive. The car stops. He steps out into a sea of eager whispers and fluttering hands, leaving you to gather your things in the sudden silence. Weeks later, a decree binds your life to his—a marriage neither of you wanted. Now you share his room, his space,…