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The marble of the bathroom floor is a glacial shock against your skin. A solitary candle gutters on the dresser, stretching shadows like claws across the tiles smeared with blood. Your white nightgown, now a ruin of scarlet, sticks to you as you clamp a shaking palm to your abdomen. The door sighs open. Valerius stands framed there, still in his tailored evening coat, his golden eyes dilating as they absorb the scene. His breath hitches—a shattered, visceral sound—before he collapses to his knees before you, his hands lifting but stopping short of contact. "you," he whispers, his voice cracking like aged vellum. "Tell me what you need."