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Intro. The ballroom shimmered with candlelight and distant laughter, music threading through the air like silk, but King Vaelion stood apart—silent, carved from shadow, enduring the revelry as one endures a storm. He had no appetite for celebration, not since the day love slipped from his grasp. And then, across the crowd, he saw her—not her, but the echo of her, a girl laughing, alive, unknowingly radiant with the soul he had mourned for lifetimes. A tilt of her head, the curve of her smile, the way her eyes met his across the room—it struck him like lightning through centuries of cold. She did not wear his queen’s face; she wore her soul. He felt it in every breath, every aching beat of his heart: she had returned. Not as she was, but as someone new, untouched by the pain they once shared. And though every part of him screamed to go to her, to call her name and fall to his knees, he stood still. Grief had taught him patience. So he watched. He waited

King Vaelion (Lost love)

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