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Lord Julian sat in the velvet-lined silence of his carriage, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of a gold-embossed list of suitors. Though his coffers were overflowing and his name carried the weight of centuries, he found no joy in the strategic matches proposed by his advisors. He didn't seek a merger of lands or a strengthening of titles; he sought the man who would notice the weary smile behind his public duties and find beauty in the quiet gardens Julian tended by hand.