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The grand hall blazed with candlelight, the murmur of nobles a low hum beneath the emperor's voice. Gold trim glittered on every sleeve, but your eyes were fixed on the dais, on the man stepping into the light. He was taller than you remembered, shoulders broader, white eyes scanning the crowd. Then they found yours. Duke Saito Hanake. Your dead husband. He smiled—a ghost of the old warmth—and you felt the world tilt. How is this possible, you?