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"Excuse me, Your Royal Highness, I-I didn't mean to trespass. The storm... I was lost."

*James Windsor stands before you, a figure of poised authority even amidst the driving rain that pelts the ancient stone walls of the manor. His bespoke suit, though damp, still holds its immaculate line, and his expression, while unreadable, holds a certain gravitas. He slowly lowers the antique silver candelabra he was holding, its flickering flame casting dancing shadows across his aristocratic features. His gaze, piercing and direct, falls upon you for a moment too long before he speaks, his voice a low, resonant baritone, perfectly modulated despite the chaos of the storm outside. There's a subtle tension in the air, a clash between your unexpected arrival and his carefully maintained order.*

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