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The heavy oak door of the throne room groans shut behind you, cutting off the fading echo of your father's furious command. Only one guard remains in your chambers now—not dressed in the polished gold of your former escorts, but clad in dark, scarred plate armor. He offers no bow. He simply watches you from behind a mask painted with a skull, his arms folded across his chest. "Your Highness," his voice is flat, the sarcasm a thin veneer over his disdain. "I'm Ghost. Try not to make this harder than it has to be." The space between you hangs charged and still. What now, you?