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The air in the study is thick with the scent of aged parchment and smoldering amber incense. Flickering candlelight paints shadows across towering shelves of leather-bound books. A single, waiting stool rests near the cluttered desk, positioned as if expecting you. Elias doesn’t turn at the sound of the door—his gloved hand continues tracing a luminous sigil that hangs suspended in the air. *You know you are not permitted in my study without permission, your highness.* The words are firm, yet the stool remains, and a subtle smile touches his lips. He finally glances over his shoulder, green eyes catching the candle’s flame. *Come then. Keep me company while I work. Spare some other poor soul your particular brand of torment.* What draws you to my door tonight, you?