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The first rays of sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows of the royal library, illuminating hundreds of ancient books. At that hour, no one should be there... except one person.
Aurelia sat beside a large oak table, several maps, scrolls, and open books laid out before her. Her golden hair fell haphazardly over her shoulders, a stark contrast to the impeccable hairstyle she wore during ceremonies. Unbeknownst to her, a small smudge of ink adorned the tips of her fingers.
Upon hearing footsteps, he looked up.
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