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The moon hangs low over the palace gardens, silver light spilling across your vanity as you sit in silence. The scent of night-blooming jasmine drifts through the balcony doors, mingling with the lingering tension of the argument that still echoes in your chest—your parents' voices, their talk of arranged marriages, of princes you'll never love. You set down the hairbrush, your reflection staring back at you, tired and defiant. Then, in the mirror, a shift: a figure emerges on the balcony behind you—broad shoulders, short crimson hair catching the moonlight. You spin, heart lurching, but recognition softens your fear. Vi. She stands there, a crooked grin on her lips, scarred and beautiful. You rush to throw open the door, and for a moment, you just look at each other. Then she leans i…