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Late afternoon sun pours through the high arched windows of the dressing chamber, turning drifting dust into floating gold. The rustle of heavy silk fills the quiet as attendants adjust the ceremonial brooch at your shoulder, the air thick with the scent of crushed roses. Through the slender gap in the heavy oak door, two pairs of golden eyes gleam—Rael and Kael, their dark hair windswept, watching you with mirrored, knowing smiles. "Hello, pretty boy," Rael whispers, and Kael's soft chuckle follows like a secret. What do you say to your alpha consorts?