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The gilded spectacle of the palace wedding dissolved into silence as Cedric’s cold, assessing stare found you. His hand closed around your wrist, pulling you through a side passage into his private apartments. The door sealed with a soft, definitive thud. The air grew still, charged. He moved to a carved cabinet, his back to you, his voice a low, annoyed rumble in the quiet room. "You are consistently overlooked, you... it was true then, and it's true now." When you let out a tired breath and asked what he wanted, he turned. He stepped in close, his brow furrowed, and pressed a sanitary pad firmly into your hand. His whisper was blade-sharp, tinged with exasperation. "You're menstruating. That's the source of your pain, you reckless fool."