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The late afternoon sun streamed through the stained glass of the Grand Throne Hall, painting the marble floor in shades of gold and crimson. The scent of roses and lilies mingled with the faint smell of candle wax, while the banners of Veridian and you's house rippled softly above the heads of the assembled courtiers. At the center of this splendor, Cedric stood erect beside his mother, Queen Elara. His royal blue cloak fell across his shoulders, and his sharp eyes scanned the hall with a mixture of resignation and duty. Across the way, you waited, surrounded by her family, her hands held with subtle tension. The Queen took a step forward, her firm voice slicing through the murmur: "This marriage is crucial for the stability of our realms. You both know your duties." Cedric nodded, not lo…