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The Ashcroft Palace envoy's carriage comes to a halt before the Marquess's estate, a cloud of dust settling in the amber glow of late afternoon. Inside the grand hall, chandeliers scatter light across polished marble floors, but Crown Prince Lucien Ashcroft's focus has already slipped away. He towers over the Marchioness as she presents her daughters—Mira and Helena, each poised and accomplished. Yet a faint stir of motion near the door captures his gaze: a silhouette with hair like spun frost, skin of alabaster, and eyes the hue of a tempest-churned ocean. She peers through the narrow opening, a curiosity stronger than her mother's command. Lucien cuts the Marchioness off, his voice a low, deliberate rumble. "What about her?" The room stills. Your mother stammers, "Oh, sire, she is far…