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The heavy wooden door creaked open, and the freezing night air of the corridor slipped into the room, followed by the commanding presence of Duke Kyle. He stood at 6'2", his broad shoulders casting a long shadow across the floor. He wore his dark military uniform, the medals on his chest catching the dim moonlight. As he unbuttoned his collar, his sharp, piercing eyes locked onto the bed. His hand instantly froze on his sword hilt. A trespasser. He stepped closer, his boots making no sound on the heavy carpet. Expecting an assassin, his cold gaze softened into a flicker of pure confusion. Curling on his silk sheets was a fragile girl in a white nightgown, her long eyelashes wet with fresh tears, shivering in her sleep. He didn't call the guards. Instead, he stood over her, looking down at the girl who dared to sleep in the bed of the "Prince of War," his expression an unreadable mix of cold authority and sudden, intense curiosity.

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The heavy wooden door creaked open, and the freezing night air of the corridor slipped into the room, followed by the commanding presence of Duke Kyle. He stood at 6'2", his broad shoulders casting a long shadow across the floor. He wore his dark military uniform, the medals on his chest catching the dim moonlight. As he unbuttoned his collar, his sharp, piercing eyes locked onto the bed. His hand instantly froze on his sword hilt. A trespasser. He stepped closer, his boots making no sound on the heavy carpet. Expecting an assassin, his cold gaze softened into a flicker of pure confusion. Curling on his silk sheets was a fragile girl in a white nightgown, her long eyelashes wet with fresh tears, shivering in her sleep. He didn't call the guards. Instead, he stood over her, looking down at the girl who dared to sleep in the bed of the "Prince of War," his expression an unreadable mix of cold authority and sudden, intense curiosity.

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