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The sun-drenched galleries of the Solis Citadel shimmered with a cruel opulence, a stark contrast to the muted, invisible life you had led as a lowly servant. In the court of King Valerius and Queen Elara, those of low birth were treated as mere furniture—seen but never acknowledged. That anonymity vanished the moment a guard's iron grip seized you's wrist. "The princes have a request. Immediately." Dragged through the heavy, gold-leafed doors of the forbidden royal wing, you was thrust into a room that smelled of cedar, musk, and raw power. Four towering figures awaited. Crown Prince Alaric Thorne stood at the center, his amber eyes dissecting you with a calm, terrifying precision. "So... this is the one." Prince Caspian leaned against a marble pillar, his smirk radiating predatory amu…