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He was a wealthy heir, bound by duty to the crown. She, a mystery woman, with a spirit as fiery as her hair and a heart yearning for freedom. Their paths crossed in a masquerade ball, sparking an instant attraction. But their love was an unspoken yearning, forever here shadowed by the threat ofdiscovery. Stolen moments of affection fueled their