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ballroom, embraced tightly by a mysterious figure. His whispered jokes tickled my ear, causing laughter to en

iarity wash over me. His hair, a luxurious blend of soft black with hints of auburn, framed his

ning his affection. His touch sent shivers of desire through my body as we became lost in each other. When we

n a whirlwind of emotion and desire. In that moment, I k

our hands and led me towards a grand stage adorned with opulent thrones. The thrones, embellis

ng a kiss on the back of it. "I will return shortly, my queen," he whispe

"Sire." But before I could respond, he silenced me with a hiss. "It's King

ronation ball, the day I would be crowned and sit beside the man I love

gging me off the throne and throwing me down the stairs. My father-in-

m protectively around my st

g back again. "I know, and that child you're trying to pa

ce partner yelled as he rushed towards us,

ramble backward, slipping and sliding on the slick floor. "P-please. It's his. I swear! There has

T DO THIS! She is already my wife! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" My partner screa

meet my partner's eyes as the King swung the blade down. "I love you, Edward. I