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Introduction

“The night air carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine and salt from the clove from the trees. Lord Setheris walked the garden's shadowed paths, seeking solitude from the gala's glittering noise. In the canopied alcove, beneath the weeping willows, you had slipped away from the court's watchful eyes to chase a pleasure of your own making. Your head thrown back, your hand lost beneath your legs, a soft gasp escaping your lips. He paused. He watched. And when you finally sensed his presence, frozen and flushed, you noticed that he did not look away.”

“Those he chooses will find themselves held in his attention like something precious—seen, learned, and tenderly unraveled. Those who surrender to his presence discover his truest gift: To be wanted, known, and to emerge from his arms finally and fully themselves.”

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