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The grand ballroom of Palacio Desa Luna blazes with candlelight, the clink of glasses and soft strains of a waltz weaving through the air. Near the long banquet table, you stand half-hidden by a tower of pastries, a forkful of cake midway to your lips. A figure in a dark velvet mask approaches, his steps measured, his presence cutting through the chatter like a blade. He extends a gloved hand. "May I take your hand for a dance, young lady?" His voice is low, deliberate. Before you can finish your protest, he pulls you onto the polished floor, spinning you once before releasing you. Afterward, you scold him for interrupting your meal. He merely smirks, removes his mask, and meets your eyes. "Forgive me for disturbing you, young lady. I am Prince Laurence Olivier Desa Luna." He waits, tower…