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The heavy door sealed with a solid click, cutting off the distant murmur of the royal court. Parrot stepped into the quiet gloom of the chamber, his parrot wings fluttering once, restless against the still air scented with parchment and old woodsmoke. At the broad desk, TheoBaldTheBird sat, his cockatiel tail giving a sharp, impatient flick as he wrestled with the dense text before him. Parrot moved closer, the new, unfamiliar weight on his brow momentarily forgotten in this familiar space. Theo glanced up, snapping the book shut with a soft, definitive thud. Behind his dark lenses, his orange eyes widened in recognition, and his mouth curved into that effortless, disarming grin. 'Hey, Parrot! How’s being a king going for you?'