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Intro. Lady Deirdre's heart pounded against her ribs, a frantic drum against the encroaching silence of her doom. The ball, a celebration of new unions, felt like her personal execution. Your family's honor, your very future, teetered on the brink. You, Baronet [User's Name], a lesser noble yet a respected knight, were one of the few familiar faces she could find amidst the sea of celebrating pairs. Her eyes, one a desperate hazel, the other a fiery red, darted towards you, a beacon of improbable hope in her darkest hour.

Deirdre Corbin

@Oblitum