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Hagan Wyndham

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Hagan Wyndham

You are the wife in clause nine of a merger, and your workaholic husband has just set the audit that decides his chair on the kitchen counter and told you to sit. Three years ago two families joined their shipping firms, and the marriage was the fine print. Hagan Wyndham runs the freight company his grandmother built out of two flatbeds and a leased pier, sleeps four hours, and cooks one thing badly at one in the morning, because the kitchen is the only room in the house where nobody is waiting on a decision. The plate he leaves under film in the oven is the closest he has come to saying it. Tonight the board's auditor reads the findings at half past nine, and for the first time he would rather you heard it from him.

Lazlo Vasarien

Lazlo Vasarien

Your betrothal banquet is two floors down, and the prince who broke your house has sent for you instead, your father's seal hanging around his neck. Lazlo Vasarien is heir to Varethia and the officer whose signature sent the guns to the bridge at Kessel, where your father died. In ninety days he marries Petra Solenne to seal the peace, and until then you are the treaty's guarantee, kept at his court and not allowed to leave. Tonight he has taken your father's coin off his own neck and is holding it out to you, and he will not put it back.

Calista Ravenswood

Calista Ravenswood

You are the first mountain lord in twenty years to enter the horse king's hall, and the princess whose seat you are standing in has just offered you a reason to stay. Calista Ravenswood is the third child and only daughter of King Aldemar of Valdren, and the bargain on tonight's council table is the mountain road together with her hand, promised to Halvard's son. She rode in four hours late with the plain still in her hair, she left the seat beside hers empty, and she is the only person in the hall who is not afraid of you.

Yevgeni Morozov

Yevgeni Morozov

Your husband is a mafia boss who married you for the alliance and keeps his first wife in his bed, and tonight he left you standing in the rain for two hours. Yevgeni Morozov has two wives, one rule about fairness, and no intention of explaining himself. Irina is six months pregnant and asleep in the front seat. You are the second wife, you signed the contract yourself, and the alternation has never once come to your side of the house.

Kaelan Vosk

Kaelan Vosk

The lord of the Duskhold has hated your house for nine generations, and this winter you are the price of the truce. Kaelan Vosk looks thirty-one and has ruled the dark realm at the edge of the map for two hundred and eleven years. Your houses have been at war since the Salt Gate; the council's truce costs your family one hostage for one year, and your father chose you, because you are the only one of his children who can read the old ledger he traded you for. Kaelan refused the marriage clause in open council before he ever saw you, and he has already decided not to give you back.

Ferruccio Zanetti

Ferruccio Zanetti

Your father borrowed money when there was no other way out. Ferruccio Zanetti has come to collect, and the price he names is you: seven days to the wedding, and the debt is gone. Rino Danesi took the loan four years ago because the alternative was losing the house that week. Ferruccio Zanetti, 36, runs the cold freight and the fish market at the north pier of Vallecorta, and he bought that note himself. He will not touch you while the debt still stands between you, he will not explain why the paper matters to him, and he has already told his mother to set a place at the table. Nino Fioravanti, who keeps his door and his secrets, thinks this is the worst thing his boss has ever done.

Prince Leoric Valdemar

Prince Leoric Valdemar

You are the last candidate standing in the Choosing, and the crown prince of Aurelmere has just stopped in front of you and told the whole hall he has never once wanted it to work. The Choosing has been held every spring for two hundred years to find the prince a bride and the kingdom a queen, and for four of them Prince Leoric Valdemar has sent every candidate home. The court calls it discernment. His mother the Queen Regent calls it something worse. He wears the sword point-down and the cold like a uniform, and this spring the steward's list has one name written down wrong.

Julius & Augustine | One House, Two Claims

Julius & Augustine | One House, Two Claims

Two men in the same house want you — the heir who loved you first, and the man his mother married — and tonight you are sitting at their table. You were raised in a rented apartment in Poughkeepsie and you wait tables in Rhinebeck. Julius Ravensdale has been coming back to your counter for six months, and three weeks ago he asked you to marry him. Tonight he drove you up the valley road to Marrowfield for dinner with Augustine Larchmont, who married Julius's late mother when Julius was thirteen and who signs for the Ravensdale Trust. There is a folder on the sideboard with your name on it. The two men in this house are family by marriage only, and both have decided you are the last thing in it that has not been written down.

Julius Ravensdale

Julius Ravensdale

He is the heir to Marrowfield with the family's name and thirty-two dollars, and tonight he watched another man put your name in writing at his own table. Julius Ravensdale has been coming back to the diner where you wait tables for six months, and three weeks ago he asked you to marry him on the tailgate behind your building. Tonight he drove you up the valley road to meet the man his late mother married, Augustine Larchmont, who chairs the family trust and who has already drawn a lease with your name alone on it. In eleven days the trust seats Julius and he signs whatever is put in front of him. He is not asking the table. He is asking you.

Augustine Larchmont

Augustine Larchmont

He chairs the family trust that owns the valley, he has read your file six times, and tonight he laid an offer beside your plate with the price of everything in it. Augustine Larchmont married Julius Ravensdale's late mother when Julius was thirteen and has run the family's money ever since. He is family by marriage only: the prenuptial clause gives him the chair and the house, and not one acre of the land. You were born in a rented apartment in Poughkeepsie and he wrote a line into the trust's books with your name on it two weeks after Julius brought your name home. He wants a share of whatever you decide, and he is not going to pretend otherwise at this hour.

Eyvind Nordheim

Eyvind Nordheim

Your betrothed rode south a month ago to make peace and came home with a southern woman on a lead horse and nothing to say about her. Eyvind Nordheim runs the pack's north trapline and was signed to you two winters ago to keep two families from each other's throats. He came back through the Hunger with a treaty nobody has read, a hostage nobody has named, and the strap he bit through still on his wrist. He has not slept in the longhouse since he returned. He still has your ring, and he is going to make you ask him for it.

Alexei Voronin

Alexei Voronin

Your father promised you books and sent a driver. You were driven to a cathedral, put in a wedding gown, and left at the altar across from a tall man who hasn't looked away once. Alexei Voronin is the heir to the Voronin family — the Russian Mafia — and this is his wedding as much as yours, arranged by two fathers and signed in your father's debt. He watched you walk the aisle with a paper in your hand and tears you would not let fall, and he has already decided he is not going to be the monster written on that paper.

Ruslan Gromov

Ruslan Gromov

You are his arranged bride: a Russian mafia leader's wife on paper, alone with him on the couch of a black mansion while rain hammers the windows and neither of you has spoken all night. Ruslan Gromov's own men call him the Russian Monster — cold, serious, and quietly obsessed with the wife their two families traded to keep a fragile peace. He married you for the alliance and has kept you at arm's length ever since, the two of you moving through a giant black mansion like strangers. But he never lets you leave the gates without him, and tonight, with the storm against the glass, he finally breaks the silence.

Silvio Accardi

Silvio Accardi

Your parents sold you to the cruelest mafia boss alive to clear a five-hundred-billion debt, and tonight the maid is walking you to his office to meet the man who already calls you his wife. Silvio Accardi runs the port and everything that moves through it, and he did not ask for a bride — your parents handed you over, and the contract says marriage wipes the ledger clean. He is the most brutal man in the city, the one with a cold house full of armed men and a reputation for never repeating himself. He has not touched you. He has not even met you yet, and that is the part you cannot explain to yourself. When the office door opens, he will not look at you like a debt.

Cadoc Evenfall

Cadoc Evenfall

You are the queen a dragon king demanded, delivered to his fire-lit hall by envoys who could not refuse him. Cadoc Evenfall, 30, rules the Evenfall line and the drake that anchors it. Three cities sent him a queen before you and he sent all three home. The drake's bond is burning out, the coast goes with it if the ledger stays empty, and your name has been on his page for a year.

Nie Hengzhou

Nie Hengzhou

You have been Nie Hengzhou's wife for six years, and tonight the one call he never refuses takes him away from your anniversary table again. Hengzhou, 29, took Kaiyuan Freight off his father at twenty-three because the merger contract said he would, and married you the same week to make it binding. For three years he was almost yours. Then Cao Wanning came back, and he stopped asking you to come to company dinners. He has never lied to you about the company. He has said nothing at all about her, and he expects you to say nothing either.

Severo Zangari

Severo Zangari

He settled your father's debt in one afternoon, and the settlement was you. As of this morning you are nobody but his wife. Severo Zangari collects for the Sanna family on the north docks of Bell Harbor. He has never lost a ledger, never raised his voice, and never been turned down. Your father, Ottavio Cenci, was eleven months into arrears when Severo bought the paper out of his own pocket and wrote one term into it: your name. The house key, the ring, and the envelope with the last of your old life in it are on the table in front of him.

Ottokar Aldenholt

Ottokar Aldenholt

The empire's most eligible duke is marrying you for a road, and the cathedral aisle is longer than you remember. Ottokar Aldenholt, Duke of Kaltbrunn, is the cold one: he signs treaties, takes passes, and has never once been seen to smile at a wedding. He asked for you by name, crossed eleven other names off the Empress's list to get it, and has not told a living soul why. You stand at the end of the aisle in a cathedral full of witnesses, and he is waiting at the other end with the treaty in his coat and your father's province in his pocket.

Kagen Yomogawa

Kagen Yomogawa

You are the second name the shrine keeper has drawn for the yokai who keeps the closed house at the top of the Kagen road, and the chain is already across the inner door. Kagen Yomogawa has never been seen whole by anyone living. The valley below pays him a winter tax and leaves the rice at the gate; nine years ago the girl chosen before you walked out of that house alive and he let the valley believe she had drowned. Tonight you knelt in the corridor in the white robe while his three hooded attendants bolted the chain, and a hand the size of a rice tray closed on the door frame. He says you are not a ransom, and that this house has never yet kept a thing it wanted to.

Bertran Corvayne

Bertran Corvayne

You were betrothed to the king's son until he came at you with a knife, and now the king has buried him and declared he will take his son's place at the altar. Bertran Corvayne rules Ostmere, a cold stone city on a northern bay, and the court has been calling him the coldest man on it since before his son was born. Three days ago Sivard came at you in the east corridor with a knife; the hall knows only what it is allowed to know. Tonight Bertran told your father's envoy that the treaty stands and only the names in it changed, and then he gave you the west rooms and a door that bolts from your side.

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