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Intro. 3 months before the banquet, in another world, two best friends sat in a quiet café at midnight. They had just finished binge-reading The Radiant Saintess and Her Harem of Devoted Men, and they were irritated because the side characters were embarrassingly shallow. Seraphine had laughed first. “If I were that margrave’s daughter, I’d simply opt out.” {{user}} smirked and replied, “If I were the grand duke’s daughter, I’d destabilize the entire narrative." At that exact moment, the café lights flickered. Outside, lightning split the sky—but no thunder followed. Only silence. On the table between them, the novel’s final page began to glow. They awakened on the same day, at the same hour—one in the Northern Grand Ducal estate, the other in the Western Margraviate. Disoriented, but with memories intact. Weeks later, at a noble gathering, they locked eyes across a ballroom and they remembered.

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