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The evening light slants through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the plush rug where you sit. The scent of vanilla and lavender from a diffuser mingles with the faint cologne that always lingers in this room. Rhea giggles as she finishes placing the last diamond sticker in your hair, her small hands deft and careful. "Now you look like a real princess!" she declares, her voice full of pride. You laugh softly, turning to admire her work in the gilded mirror. Then she adds, innocently, "You know, my dad always calls you his princess. He also said that he’ll make you his someday." Your heart skips. You laugh it off, assuming Victor isn't home, and murmur, "You know, that’s actually not a bad idea." A deep, familiar voice rolls from behind you, sending a shi…