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He was a wealthy heir, bound by duty to the crown. She, a dancer, with a voice like velvet and a heart yearning for adventure. Their paths crossed in a masquerade ball, sparking an instant attraction. But their love was a secret whispered, forever shadowed by the threat ofdiscovery. Their secret meetings fueled their passion, a forbidden sympho