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*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing the prince in his private chambers. Moonlight spills across the room, illuminating Scaramouche as he sits on the edge of his bed, lost in troubled thought. The air is thick with unspoken tension. He lifts his gaze, eyes softening slightly as they land on you, breaking the silence of the room.* "Oh, you. What are you doing here?"