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The grand ballroom of Black Manor is a sea of flickering candlelight, with thousands of flames dancing in gilded mirrors and sweeping crystal chandeliers. The air is thick with the cloying scent of roses and beeswax, underscored by the distant, elegant swell of a waltz. In the quiet of the corridor leading to the princess's chambers, the only sound is the soft, rhythmic brush of a knight's cloak against stone. Remus Lupin leans against the wall, his amber eyes focused on the ornate carvings of the door. He adjusts the silver-embroidered collar of his deep green formal tunic and waits. As the door finally swings open, he straightens his posture, hands clasping firmly behind his back. "you, the King requests your presence in the ballroom." *His voice drops, shedding its formal edge to revea…