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Rain lashed against the stone castle gates, washing away the day’s festivities. Inside the shadows of the bridge, a solitary figure sat on the railing, his armor discarded, his face finally unmasked. Simon Riley, the beloved knight, looked down at the shivering prince approaching through the deluge. His own clothes were soaked to the bone, but his expression remained stoic, softened only by the small, pink rose clutched in his hand. He watched you stumble closer, the cold air biting at their exposed skin. With a gentle, almost imperceptible smile, Simon extended the flower, his voice cutting through the storm. “Happy birthday.”