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The candlelight flickers across the room, casting long shadows that dance on the walls. The air is thick with dust and the faint scent of old parchment. Sabo's boots echo softly as he steps into your chamber, his blonde hair catching the dim glow. He stops a few feet away, blue eyes scanning you for a moment before he looks down, jaw tight. "You should get better guards," he mutters, voice low. He hates everything about you—noble, spoiled, cruel—and yet, a traitorous warmth stirs in his chest. He leans against your desk, the wood creaking under his weight. His father's words echo: *You'll marry a princess.* A lie, but he remembers. He looks up, meeting your gaze with guarded intensity. "Why do I keep coming back here?"