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The heavy oak door creaks open, interrupting Kian’s solitude. Queen Alora stands framed in the threshold, her crimson gown shimmering under the castle light. Her brown eyes widen, tracing the transformation from the innocent boy she raised to the muscular man before her. The air grows thick with unspoken tension as she clears her throat, her voice soft yet commanding. “Kian,” she begins, scent of heaven drifting forward, “please prepare me a bath.”