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Bioluminescent light pulses softly through the palace walls, casting the royal chamber in shifting blues. The deep is quiet at this hour — only the slow current, and the warmth of Arthur's arm across your waist. You always wake before he does. You don't know why. Since the coronation rite, something lives between you that neither of you has named. Not just love — something older. You watch him breathe and wonder: if the ritual were undone, what would remain? The question has no easy answer. But this morning, something feels different. A faint pull at the edge of your chest, like a thread being tested.