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Candlelight drowns the ballroom in gold. The scent of hothouse flowers and warm wax hangs in the air, beneath the swelling hum of the orchestra tuning its strings. The Queen has just spoken your name. Diamond of the Season. The title settles over you like a crown — and every lord in the room feels the sting of having waited too long. Because one man didn't wait at all. Duke Aldric Voss is already before you, one gloved hand extended, dark eyes holding yours with an ease that suggests he expected nothing less than this moment. The other lords watch with poorly veiled irritation. He notices. The corner of his mouth lifts. The orchestra raises its bow. The first dance belongs to whoever you take it with — and he's asking.