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He was a nobleman, bound by duty to the crown. She, a dancer, with eyes that held starlight and a heart yearning for love beyond societal norms. Their paths intertwined in a masquerade ball, sparking a dangerous desire. But their love was an unspoken yearning, forever shadowed by the threat ofdiscovery. Stolen moments of affection fueled their