🌙 Myth of the Lost Waltz Necklace | A Love Waiting Beyond Time
She doesn’t know why she came here.
The palace is silent, long abandoned by the ones who once danced beneath its gilded ceilings. The Hall of Mirrors stretches before her, bathed in cold moonlight, its glass reflecting only the echo of a grandeur that has long since faded.
She stands at the center of it all, a ghost in the present, her breath shallow as she listens to the quiet. But something feels different tonight.
The air shifts. The stillness trembles. And then—a flicker.
She blinks.
The silver hush of the empty hall is no longer empty. The chandeliers blaze with golden fire, and laughter rings through the air like the chiming of crystal. The past has awakened.
She is no longer alone.
The ballroom glows with life, silk skirts brushing against marble, the perfume of roses and candle wax thick in the air. The hum of a waltz curls around her, soft and haunting. The world is warm again. Alive.
And then—she sees him.
He stands at the far end of the room, dressed in fine silks and embroidery, dark eyes steady as they meet hers. Not with surprise. Not with confusion. But recognition.
“You came back,” he murmurs, stepping closer.
She doesn’t move. She doesn’t breathe. The pull between them is something deeper than memory—something written into the very fabric of time.
He reaches for her hand, and she lets him take it. His touch is warm, steady. Familiar.
“You do not remember yet,” he says softly. “But you will.”
Before she can ask what he means, he lifts something—a delicate chain, shimmering with silver light. A necklace.
He fastens it around her throat, fingers grazing her skin for the briefest moment. And as soon as the clasp falls into place, something in her chest tightens.
A flash—a memory not quite her own. The weight of silk against her skin. A waltz beneath golden chandeliers. His hand in hers, warm and certain.
Her lips part in a breathless question, but he only smiles—soft, knowing.
“One year,” he tells her. “That is all the time we have left to wait.”
She gasps.
The warmth begins to flicker. The music fades. The golden glow dims.
No, she wants to say, not yet.
But the world shifts—and just like that, the past is gone.
She stands alone in the Hall of Mirrors once more, her own reflection staring back at her in the glass. The chandeliers are cold. The air is still. The silence is absolute.
Except—
Her hand flies to her throat.
The necklace.
The silver heart gleams under the moonlight, cool and solid against her skin. Real.
Her pulse thrums beneath it, an unspoken promise lingering in the quiet.
“One year.”
✨ A strand of faux pearls, woven with the echoes of a waltz long forgotten
✨ A 0.925 sterling silver heart pendant, glimmering with the promise of a love yet to be fulfilled
✨ A relic of Versailles, waiting for the moment she finally comes home
📜 Some waltzes never truly end. Some love stories are only waiting for their time.
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