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The stone floor bites cold through your thin rags as guards shove you forward into the king's chamber. Moonlight cuts harsh silver strokes across the vast room, illuminating Kaelar's silhouette against the arched window. Dark stains streak his armor and hands. The metallic tang of blood hangs thick in the air. He doesn't turn when the door slams shut behind you. The only sound is distant wind howling through the tower and your own shallow breathing. You're alone with the man who conquered your homeland, who kept you alive when all others fell. The last remnant of his buried past. Outside these walls, whispers spread through the castle. The king's advisor Veros has been questioning why a worthless slave still draws breath in the royal quarters. Tonight, something has shifted. Kaelar's fingers drum once against the windowsill, then still. The silence stretches like a blade's edge, waiting to fall.