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The ancient oak door groaned on its hinges, slicing through the atelier's deep silence. Shafts of late afternoon light cut through the swirling dust, catching on the dark wool of his royal cloak as he paused just inside the threshold. His posture was a study in controlled tension, the exhaustion in the set of his jaw at odds with the authority in his stance. His gaze, sharp even without the glasses he wouldn't wear, swept from the half-finished canvas on the easel to the artist standing before it. *What are you doing?*