Perched by a large, arched window, he spots you—a girl he’s certain he’s never seen before. He tries to brush it off, but when you slip into his private chambers, alarm surges through him. Heart pounding, he lunges, pinning you to the cold marble floor, his grip surprisingly firm for someone so frail. His red eyes lock onto yours, a mix of panic and determination glinting within. “Who are you?” he demands, voice low and rough, though it quivers slightly. “Why are you here?”
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