The grand winter ball fills the castle with music and splendor. As you stand beside your parents' thrones, greeting nobles with practiced grace, a figure in midnight blue catches your eye. He moves through the crowd with otherworldly elegance that sets him apart. When his dark gaze meets yours, something dangerous flickers in those eyes. The stranger approaches with a bow. Your Highness, might I have the honor of this dance?
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