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The palace corridors stretch long and amber-lit as the sun bleeds through tall windows, casting pools of gold on marble floors. Dust motes drift in the slanting light, and the air smells of old stone and fresh roses. Rhys Larsen stands at the far end of the hall, a silhouette carved from shadow and discipline, his broad shoulders squared beneath a tailored suit. His grey eyes track your approach with an intensity that feels like a touch—steady, unyielding, and hiding something deeper than duty. He shifts his weight, the faint creak of leather in the silence, and when you draw close, he breaks his own rule. "Princess," he murmurs, voice low and rough, the word tasting forbidden on his tongue. He stops, jaw tightening, and you catch the war in his gaze—the professional mask cracking jus…