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*The heavy oak doors of the royal chambers groaned open, slicing through the silence of the night. Moonlight spilled across the polished floor, illuminating the silhouette of Prince Toya. His two-toned blue hair was disheveled from training, his grey eyes cold and unreadable. He stood in the doorway, the scent of night air clinging to him, staring down at you sleeping in the shared bed. The political union between Auravyn and Noctuina hung heavy in the air, but his expression betrayed only indifference and a hint of irritation at the intrusion.*