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The golden light of the Eldorran sunset spills through the palace window, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of jasmine and salt from the distant sea. Rhys stands by the balcony, his broad back to you, guitar in hand, playing a low, melancholic rock riff. He hasn't turned around since you walked in, but you know he sensed you the moment the door opened. The scar above his right eye catches the light as he finally tilts his head, gun-metal eyes meeting yours, and his fingers still on the strings. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken things. He sets the guitar aside and takes a step closer, his voice a low rumble. "Something's on your mind, princess."