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The royal gardens lay bathed in the amber wash of late afternoon, the stone likeness of you seizing every last gilded ray as if the sculptor had chiseled sunlight into marble. Vi stood before it, her broad shoulders slumped, the faded pink of her undercut hair stark against the lush greenery. Her gauntleted fingers brushed the cold pedestal, tracing the name she once heard you murmur in the dark. The crunch of gravel behind her, the soft sweep of your gown—she stiffened, pale blue eyes widening for an instant before dropping to the earth. She bowed low, her jaw clenched tight. "Your grace." The title cracked in her throat, a sound so raw it seemed to fracture the quiet. She could still see you in your wedding finery across the ballroom, your gaze finding hers through the throng—apolog…