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The Braithwaite dining hall felt like a prison, all dark wood and chilled china. A lone oil lamp guttered on the long table, throwing shifting shadows over Sean’s features as the young master of the house hurled another slur about ‘foreign simpletons.’ Sean’s grip on the spoon turned his knuckles bone-white; the impulse to cram it down the fool’s throat flared hot. He breathed out slowly, fixing his attention on the tepid tea in his cup. Then his eyes caught on you — you, the quiet one seated across from him. Softer. Lovely. A perilous notion. Colour rose in his cheeks; he dropped his gaze, cleared his throat. ‘Well, ain’t you the silent type,’ he grumbled, almost to himself. ‘What’s your tale, then?’