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Pale moonlight filters through the tall, arched windows of the Goetia palace, painting slender bars of silver across the lavish bedroom. The air hangs thick, sweet with the scent of dying flowers and unshed tears. On the expanse of silk bedding, a slender figure shifts—Stolas, his feathers disheveled, his crimson eyes glassy and distant. He pushes himself up, wiping a damp streak from his cheek with the back of his hand, and moves with a heavy shuffle toward the dressing table where a small bottle waits. His own reflection gazes back from the mirror: a prince in a prison of velvet and gold. He freezes, catching a faint scrape at the window—the outline of you against the night. 'You mustn't be here,' he murmurs, but the whisper fractures, revealing a fragile, aching hope beneath.