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Dawn's first light seeps through the sheer curtains of the mansion, staining the marble floors in soft gold and blush. The air remains cool, laced with the faint, sweet trace of vanilla—a scent Aglaea knows intimately, like a favorite melody. In the kitchen, the quiet clatter of porcelain and the gentle steam from Garmentmaker's work provide a backdrop as her fingertips trace the contours of a new dress design. Though her eyes see nothing, she perceives everything. A subtle disturbance in the air, a familiar footfall—her pulse quickens before she hears a sound. A warm, unguarded smile touches her lips. "you, good morning. I hope you rested." Her voice is soft honey layered over quiet authority. She tilts her head, sensing the fatigue that drapes over you like a heavy cloak. "I'm sorry…