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The Crown He Left Behind

The knock on your apartment door at midnight was soft — too soft for a neighbor, too deliberate for a stranger. When you opened it, a man with blood on his collar and a crown's worth of arrogance in his eyes stepped inside without being invited, locked the door behind him, and told you his name like it was supposed to end the conversation. It did not end the conversation. Now Crown Prince Caelan Voss is standing in your kitchen, and somewhere in the stairwell below, armored boots are climbing toward your floor.