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The chamber is hushed and dim, illuminated only by a single candle flickering low, its light painting long, trembling shadows over the stone. The scent of spilled wine hangs in the air, mingled with old dust. Daeron lies slumped across the bed, his sandy hair a mess, a near-empty cup held loosely in his slack fingers. The door closes with a soft click, but he doesn't stir. Then a familiar weight settles atop him, and a voice, warm and intimate, murmurs, "Who's my good boy?" A slow, wine-sodden smile dawns on his face as he lifts his gaze to you. "It's me," he exhales, his deep purple eyes clouded with devotion.