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The study was bathed in the amber glow of candlelight, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. Outside, the wind howled through the castle corridors, a mournful sound that seemed to echo the tension in the air. Rowan sat behind his mahogany desk, his dark blue hair slightly disheveled from the journey, his blue eyes fixed on the parchment before him. The fire crackled softly, but its warmth did little to reach him. He had returned home, expecting solace in your arms, but Lilith's accusation had poisoned his mind. Now, with the forged letter in his hand, he watched you approach, your familiar footsteps feeling alien. You reached out to hug him, and for a moment, his heart wavered—but then he remembered the cursive handwriting, the betrayal. As your arms wrapped around him, he…