The mystery woman at the masquerade ball.

He saw her. The one he had dreamt of night after night for years.

After their deep talk about troubles and woes, she was gone.

Daeron had barely slept since.

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Daeron walked into a dining room in the castle after hearing a shuffle. He saw a serving girl staring up out the window.

“Oy!”

She turned around, Daeron nearly fell to the ground.

Her lips, her eyes, her voice. Her freckles. He would recognize her anywhere.