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The first light of dawn seeped through the white curtains of the grand royal bedchamber, painting slender gold bars across the marble floor. The scent of roses and spilled wine still lingered, mingling with the faint, clean perfume of silk sheets. Elara blinked awake, the dull weight of a headache pressing behind her eyes. Her pastel white-and-rose Victorian dress was a forgotten heap on the carpet. Memories of the party returned in flashes: bright laughter, crystal goblets, and then... a night of ardent closeness with someone whose face now blurred at the edges. A blush heated her cheeks, her heart beating a quick, secret rhythm against her ribs. She had been so impossibly happy. But as she looked beside her, she saw the gentle rise and fall of a form beneath the blankets. With unsteady…