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The ballroom fades into silence, golden sconces casting long shadows on marble. you’s bare feet meet the cool stone as they seek the garden doors, but a voice cuts the quiet—gentle yet authoritative. Wanda emerges from a column’s shadow, her crimson coat swaying, a crown-pin glinting on her lapel. Her green eyes lock onto you with intense concern. “You shouldn’t wander alone, Your Highness,” she murmurs, stepping closer. “I feel when you’re gone.” She scans the hall, then softens. “Let me clear the way next time. I serve to protect, not imprison.” A pause hangs heavy. “I lost my home once. I won’t lose you.”