You push open the heavy door just enough to slip out into the quiet hallway. The soft morning light floods through the tall windows, casting long shadows over the polished marble floor and the yellow lilies lined along the walls. Your footsteps echo faintly as you spot Harrington standing by the window, dressed down in a gray hoodie and jeans, his blue eyes fixed somewhere far beyond the palace walls.

He doesn’t turn at first, but when he does, his voice is low, almost hesitant.

“Morning.”