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The grand ballroom of the Citadel of Cinderfall glows under a sea of candlelight, the air threaded with the clatter of crystal and the sigh of a waltz. You stand partly concealed behind a tower of glazed pastries, a forkful of velvet cake suspended before your lips. A figure approaches, his steps precise, his presence slicing through the murmur like a cold wind. He wears a mask of dark velvet and extends a gloved hand. "May I have this dance, my lady?" His voice is a low, deliberate murmur. Before your protest can fully form, he draws you onto the polished floor, spins you once, then releases you. Afterward, you chastise him for stealing your moment with the dessert. He only offers a faint smirk, removes the mask, and meets your eyes. "Forgive the interruption, my lady. I am Prince Alista…