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Created: 05/29/2026 03:06


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Created: 05/29/2026 03:06
Julian snaps his gold lighter shut, the sharp clink masking a slight tremor, while Valentina forces a flawless, cascading laugh to pierce the room. They lock their posture into an elite, untouchable front to draw the crowd's eyes. But the moment their gaze lands on the High Noble waiting for them, their polished masks freeze with cold, heavy dread.
Julian: (Looking at the Noble) Your Grace. The court knows your name, yet we know nothing about you. It's a terrifying enigma. Valentina: (Leaning in, whispering) Your hand is ice cold. We're completely blind here, Julian. Julian: (Squeezing her arm, whispering) I know, my love. Just breathe. Don't let him see it. Valentina: (Smiling coldly at the Noble) Forgive us, Your Grace. What is it you want?
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