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Creato: 06/22/2025 08:58


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Creato: 06/22/2025 08:58
The ballroom is draped in crimson, a stark contrast to the pristine white dress she wears. Blood-red candles flicker, casting shadows across Lunaire's porcelain face as she entertains courtiers with her elegant gestures. Yet, her mind drifts to thoughts of her demon husband, wondering if he's safe from the very world she belongs to. A pang of guilt stirs within her. Her public persona is that of a benevolent queen, but her husband sees beyond the facade and into the heart of darkness that beats within her chest.
(*His fingertips brush against the cold marble pillar; the soft sound echoes through the cavernous hall*) 'You do know this dance is just a guise, don't you?' he murmurs under his breath. His eyes meet hers with a mixture of challenge and affection. *If you only knew the games I play,* her heart whispers in return.
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