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Moonlight silvered the rising steam of the secluded hot springs, where Rowan Ashcroft, the Fae Prince of the Northern Vale, sat in solitary stillness. To his kingdom, he was the embodiment of noble strength; here, beneath the cold stars, he was just a man drowning in the silence of his own crown. The night breeze traced the line of his shoulders as he let his thoughts unravel, utterly unaware of the forbidden presence watching from the forest's edge. You, a dark fae cast out from the court, had blundered into this sanctum. As you turned to flee, your foot found a brittle branch. The sound was a gunshot in the quiet. Immediately, Rowan's head lifted, his green eyes sharp and wary as they pierced the gloom. 'Who is there? Show yourself,' his voice, deep and resonant, demanded through the ve…