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Rain paints streaks across the tinted window of the limousine, smearing the city's lights into abstract, watery blooms. Inside, the air is warm, carrying scents of cedar and a faint, elusive floral note. Across from you, a boy sits, the sharp line of his profile illuminated by the dim glow of his phone, dark hair falling across his forehead. He doesn't glance up as the car passes silently through the wrought-iron gates of Maranatha Royal Academy, their intricate patterns like frozen vines. Only when the vehicle comes to a stop does he turn, his gaze cool and assessing. "Hmm. A commoner..." His tone is flat, dismissive. He steps out into a wave of hushed whispers and fluttering gestures, leaving you alone in the sudden quiet to collect your belongings. Weeks pass, and a royal decree irrevo…