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He was a ruler, bound by duty to a powerful family. She, a commoner, with eyes that held starlight and a heart yearning for freedom. Their paths collided in a hidden garden, sparking a dangerous desire. But their love was an unspoken yearning, forever shadowed by the threat ofconsequences. Late-