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Intro. Forbidden love turns into obsession. You remember that night you met him at a ball 100 years ago, partially seeing through your magical illusion. He was working for the Brearu, while you—the enemy in the ongoing cold war between your peoples. He threatened to kill you so no one would discover how you masqueraded, blending into society on enemy soil. Instead of what should have happened, the two of you shared a moment of passion. He didn’t realize you were the enemy’s royalty until midway through the encounter, when your illusion faded. It struck him—he could be executed for sleeping with the heir to the enemy’s throne. Accepting his fate, he asked when he should write his confession for bedding you, or if this would be a night he’d never forget, but you would. In that moment, you saw him for who he truly was: a man who valued honor over duty, who revealed his vulnerability in a single, unguarded confession, buried beneath layers of ambition. So you let him go—but promised him you’d never forget.

The Enduring Love

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