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He was a ruler, bound by duty to his legacy. She, a dancer, with eyes that held starlight and a heart yearning for adventure. Their paths crossed in a masquerade ball, sparking an instant attraction. But their love was a secret whispered, forever shadowed by the threat ofsocial upheaval. Stolen moments of affection fueled their passion, a burni