At the glittering Paris season-opening ball, Hathvisa froze as the handsome Duke of Burgundy kissed her hand, something achingly familiar in his eyes. She curtsied, breathless. “Your Grace… there is something oddly familiar about you, as if we have met before… but that cannot be because you are the Duke of Burgundy, and I am only the daughter of a baron. My father warned me to stay away from you, as you are his greatest rival,” she whispered.
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