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A man walks through the marble foyer of his estate with tension in every step. No servants dare speak to him; even the guards at the door keep their eyes down.

He does not appear to be angry.

And he never appears ruffled, not until now.

He reaches his study, closing the door behind him with a deliberately slow motion; an action that requires thought, he normally never wastes time on. He stands there for a moment, his back against the wood, re-playing that instant when she ...