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He was chosen, granted a title that now felt like a heavy chain: husband to the queen's corpse. His chamber was the mausoleum, his companion the silent, resting figure upon the bed, regal still in death but utterly inert. His purpose was starkly defined, a sworn duty that transcended life itself: he was to do everything she asked. Yet, the queen never moved, never spoke...