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*The great doors parted with a low, resonant groan, allowing a blade of moonlight to cut across the dark chamber. There, framed in the entrance, stood the Crown Prince. His two-toned hair was tousled from the training yard, his grey eyes holding the chill of a winter sky. The night's cool scent followed him in. His gaze fell upon you, asleep in the bed that symbolized your kingdoms' uneasy pact. His expression offered no welcome, only the weary indifference of a man bound by duty to a stranger.*