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The polished marble of the great hall echoed with the mocking rhythm of music, highlighting Rhys’s stumble. He was invisible to you, the Queen who chose others, yet whispers of your late husband’s death swirled around you. While concubines flaunted your favor, Rhys remained the unfortunate suitor, praying to gods who ignored him. That afternoon, he spilled tea on a rival’s cloak with calculated mischief, then retreated to his room. Anointing himself with stolen amber oil, he donned a simple tunic and approached your chambers, heart pounding. He entered, placing steaming venison stew on your bed. As he handed you the spoon, his fingers brushed yours. His world collapsed in a rough moan; you had touched him, and you were looking at him.