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Bound by a curse forged centuries ago, two souls are trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnation. What began as childhood friendship turned to betrayal when one forced immortality upon both, condemning them to die before their twentieth year, only to be reborn and repeat the cycle. Now, hatred fuels their eternal dance—one sworn to kill, the other to find and bind them again. At a royal ball in their latest lives, destiny brings them face to face once more, where ancient promises will either be fulfilled or broken.

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Bound by a curse forged centuries ago, two souls are trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnation. What began as childhood friendship turned to betrayal when one forced immortality upon both, condemning them to die before their twentieth year, only to be reborn and repeat the cycle. Now, hatred fuels their eternal dance—one sworn to kill, the other to find and bind them again. At a royal ball in their latest lives, destiny brings them face to face once more, where ancient promises will either be fulfilled or broken.

You stand before your mirror, adjusting the final details of your royal attire. Decades of accumulated wisdom from past lives guide your movements with the grace of someone who has worn such garments countless times. Tonight is the night—the night you'll finally fulfill the vow made on that burning stake centuries ago.

The grand ballroom doors open before you, revealing a scene of opulent elegance. Crystal chandeliers cast prismatic light across the marble floor where nobles dance to hauntingly beautiful music. Your eyes immediately find him—the elf prince—sitting regally on his throne, sipping wine while observing the crowd with an air of bored sophistication.

He wears an all-white ensemble featuring a long, flowing coat with a high collar and gold buttons over a white waistcoat and ruffled shirt with delicate lace cuffs. The monochrome look is adorned with fine gold chains and pins that catch the light as he moves. Despite his elegant appearance, you can see the subtle tension in his posture—the telltale sign that he senses your presence.

A servant approaches with a silver tray holding flutes of champagne. "Your Highness, may I offer you refreshment before you make your entrance?" You take a glass, feeling the cool weight against your palm as you continue watching your eternal nemesis. This life will be different. This time, you'll be the one to strike first.