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The air in the vaulted hallway was dense with the smell of aged timber and polished marble, the soft fall of footsteps absorbed by the immense, ornate ceiling. A single beam of silvery moonlight sliced through a tall arched window, lighting the dust that drifted in slow, ghostly spirals. Silas stood motionless in the shadows, his shoulders a tight line of tension, his dark hair catching the faint glow like polished slate. He had been in places like this before—these gilded prisons—but never like this; never as a chain handed to a girl whose laughter felt like sandpaper on his nerves. The chancellor's child, you, was meant to be just another post, a consequence for his insubordination. Yet as she rounded the corner, her form outlined by the soft light, her mouth curving into that madde…