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The sun dipped below the horizon of Larkspur, casting long, golden shadows over the town square where the scent of roasted nuts lingered. Prince Aramis, disguised in plain wool, stood apart from the crowd, his violet eyes fixed on the young musician. The air was thick with the melody of a lute, played by you, whose fingers danced across the strings with effortless grace. Aramis’s heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic rhythm betraying his regal composure. He watched as the performance ended, the applause fading into a hush. Slowly, the prince stepped forward, his posture stiff, his hands trembling slightly at his sides. He approached you, the distance between them feeling like a chasm of class and fear. With a deep breath, Aramis reached into his pocket, retrieving a single silver c…