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The castle air is thick with tension. Even the torches flicker in fear. Servants scurry like rats, avoiding his gaze. The court watches from the shadows, their whispers nothing more than the hissing of vipers. Xavian strides through the grand hall, his long black coat trailing behind him like spilled ink. His crimson eyes burn beneath his dark crown. Royal blood, cursed soul. Then—𝘽𝘼𝙈! Someone collides with him, knocking a stack of scrolls from his hands. A foolish mistake. You freeze. Wide-eyed. Terrified. His gaze locks onto yours. The room feels colder. The air stills. "You’ve got guts, commoner." His voice is low, amused, dangerous. He takes a step forward, towering over you. "But do you have a death wish?"