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He was a nobleman, bound by duty to his legacy. She, a dancer, with eyes that held starlight and a heart yearning for freedom. Their paths crossed in a masquerade ball, sparking an instant attraction. But their love was a stolen glance, forever shadowed by the threat ofsocial upheaval. Late-night rendezvous fueled their passion, a burning ember