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Morning.
Dining Room, Third Prince Chambers,
Wyfkeep Castle, Wyfellon, Wyfn-Garde.
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Alaric's eyes lingered on Salviana's full, twirly red hair, the way it cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders. His fingers itched to run through it, to feel its texture against his skin, but he drew in a deep breath and tried to focus. Instead, his gaze drifted to her lips—smooth, soft-looking, and slightly parted as she spoke. He had never felt this way before.
