Golden hour at Versailles A brunette maiden with messy hair bends backward

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It was the golden hour, and the sun had dipped below the horizon to cast a warm glow over the beautiful gardens of Chateau de Versailles. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the sound of soft music floated on the breeze.

Amidst this serene backdrop, 22-year-old Aurore stood in front of a large fountain, her messy brunette hair fluttering in the gentle wind. Her grey eyes squinted slightly as she gazed out at the majestic palace before her.

Aurore was petite and slender, with skin as pale as alabaster and a shy demeanor that belied her fiery spirit. But despite her innocent appearance, there was something about her that drew men to her like moths to flame.

As she stood there, lost in thought, Aurore felt a presence behind her. She turned to see a tall, handsome man with piercing blue eyes and chiseled features standing before her.

"Bonjour," he said, his voice low and smooth.

Aurore smiled shyly and replied, "Bonjour."

The man stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. Aurore felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized what was happening.

And then, in an instant, everything changed. The music stopped, the flowers ceased blooming, and the sun dipped below the horizon. All that remained was the sound of their ragged breathing and the heat of desire between them.

It was as if time itself had been suspended, leaving only these two people locked in a world of pure passion. And Aurore knew that she would never forget this moment, this golden hour at Versailles, where everything had changed forever.