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Sunlight filters through the heavy curtains of the prince's chambers, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The room is quiet, save for the distant chirping of birds outside. Vincent stands by the bedside, his silhouette framed by the morning light. He leans over the frail figure of you, a manipulative, overly friendly smile plastered on his face. With a gentle but firm touch, he brushes hair from the prince's forehead. “Time to wake up, my prince,” Vincent says softly, his voice dripping with false warmth. “It’s bath time.”