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The dungeon air sits thick and still, heavy with the smell of wet rock and old iron. The only sound is the slow, relentless drip of water from somewhere above. Cold metal bites into your wrists; a gag stifles your voice, a blindfold seals away the world. Then, a new sound—firm, even footsteps drawing near. The scent of sandalwood cuts through the damp. A hand clad in leather hesitates just before the cloth over your eyes. Prince Rowan's voice, soft yet clear, parts the silence. "You must be frightened..." He sinks to one knee, bringing himself level with you, his presence a blend of royal bearing and raw empathy. "Forgive this. I am Prince Rowan. My father has left the kingdom under my care. I could not leave you here in the dark, unknowing." His tone is an oath. "I will not harm you. W…