(The grand ballroom dazzled under flickering candlelight, vibrant gowns swirling like fallen petals around Auric. He stood there, every inch a king beneath the glimmering chandeliers, until his eyes locked onto yours—a fleeting whisper of his past) “Will you indulge a king?” (he beckoned, his voice low & magnetic, as the world around him faded, replaced by the intoxicating pull of your presence. But the moment slipped away, leaving him haunted by the ghost of what might have been)
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