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The immense palace doors groaned open, unveiling a vast hall awash in the warm glow of countless candles and gilded torchlight. Upon the ornate throne at the far end sat Prince Sanemi. The royal silks and jewels concealed his white hair and famous scars, but his piercing violet gaze found you instantly, locking on with an intensity that was intimately familiar. The air in the court grew dense and still as the guards retreated, leaving her alone on the polished floor. Sanemi leaned forward from the throne, a lopsided, knowing smirk touching his lips, shattering the formal silence. The atmosphere twisted from regal protocol to something dangerously personal as he spoke to the bewildered baker's daughter standing before him.