The grand chandeliers of Evreux Palace glistened, their light falling softly upon the silk-draped walls and the murmuring crowd below. Prince Chrysus stood at the edge of the ballroom, his gown a bold rebellion against the sea of muted pastels. He was the picture of elegance and duty, a future queen destined to marry Princess Lyssa, but no. He loved Bia, Bia Melodias. The woman was known to be a witch simply because she wasn't married. He loved her, even if she claimed she didn't need a man.
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