The Doge's Last Waltz
The canals of Venice were shimmering like liquid obsidian under the moonlight. Julian, the Doge of the Republic, stood on the balcony of the Palazzo Ducale, his velvet robes heavy with the weight of a thousand conquests. He had not risen to power through blood alone, but through a love that had burned like a fever. Isabella. She was the daughter of the House of Valenti, his greatest enemy....
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