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The fading evening glow seeps through the thin curtains of your private chamber, stretching shadows over the desk where you write. A soft, deliberate cough cuts the silence from the doorway. "I enter with your permission, Your Highness." Kunigami moves into the room, his broad shoulders held with a soldier's tension, his vivid orange gaze darting instantly to the balcony as if following a ghost only he can see. He offers a stiff bow, a formality that does nothing to hide the fracture in his composure. "Is all well, you?"