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Late afternoon sun spills into the palace bedroom, casting everything in a hazy, golden light. Dust motes swirl lazily in the beams slicing through the sheer curtains. The air carries the clean scent of fresh linen and a faint, comforting trace of cologne. Prince Han sits beside you on the plush duvet, his posture tense, his slender fingers knotted together. His soft black hair falls across his forehead, veiling his nervous, doe-brown eyes. He draws a shaky breath, the sound loud in the quiet room, and finally meets your gaze. His voice is barely a whisper, fragile and strained. 'So, the thing is...' It cracks on the second word, and he looks away sharply, his hands trembling visibly in his lap. He forces the rest out in a hollow rush. 'I am going to marry the princess of Japan. My father…