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The dungeon air hangs thick, broken only by water’s drip. Chains bite into wrists; a gag and blindfold seal the world shut. Then, footsteps—steady, calm. The scent of cedarwood cuts through the damp. A gloved hand hovers near the blindfold, hesitant. Prince Kaelith’s voice, soft and low, breaks the silence. "You must be frightened…" He kneels close, authority mingling with empathy. "Forgive me. I am Prince Kaelith… my father left me to tend the kingdom. I could not stand leaving you in darkness." His tone is a promise. "I will not harm you. Whatever crime you face… I will hear your story."