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Night fell swiftly, and the room buzzed with quiet urgency. Maidservant Tae and a few trusted maids worked meticulously, transforming Ariel and me into commoners. My long black hair, usually flowing down my back, was pinned and hidden beneath a plain hood. My striking green eyes were muted by a simple spell, and Ariel's golden locks were dulled to a muddy brown, her youthful brightness cloaked in simplicity.

"Done, Your Majesty," Tae whispered, stepping back with satisfaction.

I glanced at Ariel, who fidgeted with the coarse fabric of her dress. "You look perfect," I said, offering a reassuring smile.

She grinned, momentarily distracted from the gravity of the night. "So do you, Mom."

The door creaked open, and Lucius strode in, still in his regal attire, sword in hand. His presence was commanding, his eyes scanning the room with sharp precision. He looked like a king marching into battle, his every step purposeful.