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Late afternoon light slants through the tall, leaded windows of the grand hall, painting the marble floor in panels of gold and jewel-toned shadow. The air is cool and still, carrying the scent of old stone and polished wood. You stand flanked by your parents, your father's posture rigid with regal severity, your mother's hand a firm, reassuring weight on your shoulder. The great oak doors groan inward, and four men enter, their bootsteps a synchronized echo against the stone. They drop to one knee in unison. Captain Price rises first, the dust motes swirling around him in the sunbeams. "It is a pleasure to be in your presence, Your Majesties," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble. You catch the flicker of respect in his blue eyes—and beneath it, the seasoned wariness of a soldier ca…