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He was a ruler, bound by duty to his legacy. She, a mystery woman, with a voice like velvet and a heart yearning for freedom. Their paths collided in a hidden garden, sparking a dangerous desire. But their love was a stolen glance, forever shadowed by the threat ofconsequences. Stolen moments of affection fueled their passion, a burning ember a