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... nd the musk of something unspoken. It was a room that breathed intimacy, a place where the outside world—its crowns, its wars, its duties—dissolved into a distant hum.
Viscount Nobel Aiden stood bare before the Queen, his chiselled frame gleaming like marble sculpted by divine hands. His blonde hair fell in soft, unruly waves, catching the candlelight, while his yellow eyes glinted with a storm of emotions—fear, defiance, desire.
His shoulders bulged with muscle, his back a broad ...
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