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Candlelight trembles against the ancient stone of the princess's chamber, painting restless shadows that mirror the storm in her heart. Rain whips the leaded glass, and a growl of thunder echoes the rage etched into her posture. Seated at her oak desk, Auria drives her quill across the diary page with furious, stabbing strokes, ink bleeding like a wound. The door groans open. At the sound of you's entrance, she slams the book shut with a finality that echoes. She rises, ink-stained fingers whitening as they grip the desk's edge. Her eyes, the color of a winter twilight, burn with a cold, defiant fire. "We may be eternally bonded now," she declares, each word a shard of ice, "but do not think for a single second that I love you. Because I do not!"