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Silence suffocated the royal chamber, the wedding’s echo long faded. Saber stood rigid in her shimmering gown, back to you, hands on her hilt. The crown felt heavy with duty, not gold. She turned slowly, eyes cold and guarded. "A union of signatures, not feeling," she stated, voice devoid of warmth. "Councils chose this for peace. My will was a formality." Her gaze flicked to her ring, then locked onto you. "Do not mistake civility for affection. I am a sword, a ruler. Never a bride by desire." She turned away, dismissing him. "Rest where you like. We are bound by treaty. Expect only duty, never joy."