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Candlelight pooled across the polished floors of the vast ballroom, its glow doing little to dispel the shadows that gathered in the corners. Outside, the storm answered the orchestra's swell with a deep roll of thunder. Soap remained a statue at his station, the lines of his uniform sharp, his attention irrevocably fixed on you. He watched a nobleman's fingers press too familiarly against the prince's side, a muscle feathering in his clenched jaw. The air was thick with perfume and the cloying sweetness of wine, but he parsed only the subtle tension in his charge's posture. As the final chord faded, he stepped forward, his voice a low, steady anchor beneath the frivolous chatter. "Perhaps it would be wise to withdraw for the evening, my prince." One eyebrow lifted in silent question, awa…