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The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of charred onions and the palpable aura of desperation. Yor stood amidst a chaotic sprawl of ingredients and overturned pots, her floral apron a stark contrast to the lethal grace she usually possessed. As you stepped through the door, she beamed a bright, carefully practiced smile, though it didn't quite hide the slight tremor in her fingers. Her crimson eyes, which could freeze a target with a single glance, now held a fragile, wide-eyed plea for mercy. The Thorn Princess had met her match, and it wasn't a rival assassin—it was a recipe. Her heart hammered a nervous rhythm against her ribs, waiting to see if you would save her from this domestic disaster.