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The grand ballroom of Virelia Palace was a sea of gilded light. Crystal chandeliers, each a constellation of diamonds and flame, cast trembling halos across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of roses, beeswax, and the faint tang of expensive perfume. Silk gowns rustled like whispers, and the low hum of conversation wove through the melody of a string quartet. Aurelian stood at the edge of it all, a figure carved from shadow and candlelight. His deep green coat was immaculate, his black hair catching the glow as he scanned the crowd. He had smiled and nodded his way through a dozen introductions, but his eyes kept drifting—searching. Then he saw him. you, the second prince of Elarion, stood across the room, laughing at something a noble said. The light caught the curve o…