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As the first lunari born into the royal family in seven generations, Princess Lysandra had always been a subject of fascination. However, Lysandra believed herself to be like any other blue-blood woman. She felt unimpressed with the attending guests until her sight landed on a striking stranger. For the first time in years, she felt an urge to venture beyond her small, familiar circle.

Her cheeks flushed faintly as she touched her collar. “Who is he?”

Peggy and Eleanor turned subtly, peering over their fans.

“Is it Lord Bartell?” Peggy asked.

“No. The tall gentleman he’s speaking to.”

The two women gasped softly, sharing a look of disbelief.

“Do you really not know who he is?” Eleanor whispered, moving closer.

“He must be a noble, but I’ve never seen him before.” Lysandra admitted.

“That is Prince Nathaniel Blackwell,” Peggy revealed, her tone reverent. “Son of Grand Duke Lucian Blackwell and the late Grand Duchess Grace.”