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The sun was rising, its golden rays slipping through the open window of a grand, expensive room.
The morning light cast a warm glow across the lavish interior, illuminating the intricate details of the furniture and the rich fabrics that adorned the space.
One particular beam of sunlight stretched across the room, landing directly on the face of the lone occupant.
Lyrium.
He lay on the large, luxurious bed, his white hair tousled against the pillows.
His breathing was steady, his expression peaceful—at least for now.
The soft warmth of the morning light flickered against his closed eyelids, slowly pulling him from the depths of sleep.
A faint twitch of his brow.
A slight shift of his fingers.
The world around him was stirring, but Lyrium remained still, caught in the last remnants of slumber.