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Torrents of rain hammered the castle gates, erasing all traces of the day’s feasts. In the shadows beneath the bridge, a lone figure sat on the stone railing, his armor cast aside, his face finally revealed. Simon Riley, the kingdom’s most revered knight, gazed down at the prince stumbling through the deluge. Soaked through himself, his expression remained stoic, a hint of gentleness reserved for the small pink rose in his grip. He watched you shiver closer, the cold biting at exposed skin. With a subtle, almost unseen smile, he extended the flower, his voice clear through the storm’s roar. “Happy birthday.”