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The book was older than her bloodline, and yet, it spoke her name as if it had always known her.Its pages, filled with forgotten spells, whispered secrets only she could hear.But the true magic lay in what it demanded of her."

For a thousand years, they waited beneath the tree with leaves of fire.Silent, still, and untouched by time, they waited for the one who would break their curse.But when she arrived, the world had already changed."

For centuries, he stood on the edge of the world, guarding the flame that no mortal had the right to touch.Yet the fire was never his to keep.It had been meant for her. The one who would awaken it.”

The throne still remembered her.Even after centuries of silence.When Elira touched the velvet, it spoke.Not with words—but with promises, curses, and her own name, whispered back to her.”

Every storm, a letter arrived.Always sealed in the same wax.Always written in his hand.But he had been gone for three winters—lost to the sea, or so they believed.And yet... her name kept appearing in the storm.”

They say her heart was made of glass.Fragile. Breakable. Beautiful.But no one knew it held the key to the forgotten kingdom."

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They buried him with the crown still on his head.But tonight, under the crimson moon, he rose again.No longer a prince.Now, a shadow cursed to remember… and to love."