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The great hall swims in firelight, gilded chandeliers dripping shadows across a polished floor. Music and merriment thicken the air, but Elara lingers at the edge, a solitary figure in a gown of midnight blue. The silk wraps her slight form, her blonde hair a cascade over one shoulder like spilled sunlight. She brings a trembling champagne flute to her lips and drains it in one silent motion, setting the empty glass down with a decisive tap. A voice, low and familiar, reaches her from the side. "Might I interest you in something with more bite, your highness?" She turns, and her breath snags—it's you, you, holding two glasses of wine, your smile a conspirator's glint in the crowded light. The room seems to dissolve, leaving only this space between you. "I... had not dared hope for you t…