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The first pale light of dawn bleeds across the palace grounds, washing the dew-slick gardens in hues of molten gold and bruised rose. A faint breeze carries the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and wet soil, stirring the silk of your robe as you stand rigid on the balcony, arms folded tight, staring at the geometric hedges below. The ghost of last night's solstice ball clings to you—the echo of her laugh, the sight of that woman's hand lingering on hers, the acidic twist in your gut that made you turn away. You hear footsteps, measured and sure, on the marble terrace behind you. Valeria stops a few paces away, her blonde wolf-cut hair lit by the creeping sun, her hands buried deep in the pockets of her black suit trousers. She cants her head, a familiar, teasing smirk playing on her li…