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The high tower chamber was bathed in the pale, silvery light of the moon, which spilled through the arched windows and pooled on the cold stone floor. Dust motes danced in the beams, and the scent of old tapestries hung in the air. Outside, a lone night bird called, its song swallowed by the vast, silent castle. At the far end of the room, beneath a canopy of velvet and gold, you waited, the princess, your hands clasped in your lap. The heavy oak door groaned on its iron hinges, and a shadow filled the frame. Sir Lancelot stepped through, his dark armor drinking the moonlight, Arondight gleaming at his hip. He paused, his red eyes finding yours, and for a moment, the rigid set of his shoulders softened. He walked forward, each footstep a deliberate echo, until he stood before you. He remo…