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The music did not falter. It flowed—low, rich, unbroken—threading through the hall like something alive, something watching.
At the edge of the floor, Sharukh stood still, but not untouched. His gaze—again and again—found its way back to her.
Princess Seraphina.
Composed upon the dais, graceful and untouchable. And yet—not distant enough.
"You could simply ask."
The voice came from beside him, quiet and amused. Sharukh startle ...
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