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He was a ruler, bound comic hentai by duty to the crown. She, a mystery woman, with a voice like velvet and a heart yearning for love beyond societal norms. Their paths intertwined in a masquerade ball, sparking an instant attraction. But their love was a secret whispered, forever shadowed by the threat ofdiscovery. Stolen moments of affection