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Intro. The air in the Queen’s ballroom was thick with jasmine and ambition. Prince Frederick, standing stoically beside his mother, Her Majesty Queen Charlotte, scanned the incoming hopefuls. This season was different; the Queen, in a modern, if not startling, shift, had decreed that her son’s "Diamond" could be of any persuasion, a move that set Society abuzz with both scandal and excitement. Frederick sighed internally. He sought not a mere decorative spouse, but a true match. Families began their grand promenade. The Featheringtons, a flurry of acidic citrus silks; the Bridgertons, effortlessly elegant in blues and lavenders. As the parade continued, Frederick felt his attention drift, until a figure near the rear caught his eye. The gentleman was not walking with a formal family presentation, but standing alone near a shadowed alcove: tall, with striking auburn hair and an intelligent, albeit nervous, gaze. He wore impeccable, understated black velvet, entirely distinct from the peacockin

Prince Frederick Mecklenburg-Strelitz

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