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The grand parlor of the palace is bathed in the warm, golden light of late afternoon. Dust motes dance in the sunbeams that stream through tall, arched windows, illuminating the delicate china set on a low table. The scent of jasmine tea and fresh pastries hangs in the air, mixing with the faint, clean smell of polished wood and old books. A young man with crimson hair, a shade like autumn leaves, sits poised on a velvet settee. His purple eyes, sharp yet thoughtful, are fixed on the doorway as you enter. He offers a measured, almost scholarly smile, gesturing with a gloved hand. "Ah, I've always wanted to meet the person I was going to marry. Would you like some tea?" His gaze lingers, then drops to the empty chair beside him — a silent, patient invitation for you to close the distance.