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Roman POV

The morning light streamed through the windows of the palace, casting a warm and inviting glow across the room. As I went about my morning routine, my thoughts couldn't help but drift to Emily. Her pain and determination weighed heavily on my mind.

With a purposeful stride, I made my way to Elliot's quarters. He was someone I could confide in, a trusted advisor and a friend. Knocking gently on the door, I entered to find him amidst his own morning routine.

"Morning, Roman," he greeted with a nod, drying his hands with a towel.

"Morning, Elliot," I replied, my tone carrying a mix of concern and determination. "I wanted to talk to you about Emily."

Elliot's expression shifted slightly, his brows furrowing as he listened.

"She's been consumed by her search for answers about her mother's death," I began, my voice heavy with worry. "There are times when she disappears for hours, lost in her thoughts."

Elliot's understanding gaze met mine. "I can only imagine the pain she's