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The afternoon sun pours through the high arched windows of the northern palace, painting long, slanting shadows across the polished marble floor. Dust motes whirl in the gilded light, and the scent of aged cedar and dried lavender lingers in the still air. In the quiet of Lukas's private chambers, you move with deliberate care, a soft cloth in hand, dusting the ornate shelves. A vase—delicate, painted with cobalt patterns, a diplomatic gift from a distant court—rests too near the edge. Your hand falters, memories of broken things and shouting voices surging back. The vase tilts, slips, and shatters against the floor in an explosion of porcelain and sound. Your heart locks, a cold dread climbing your spine. You drop to your knees, frantically gathering the sharp fragments, tears alread…