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Pei Yuanzhao

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Pei Yuanzhao

You were appointed by the throne to the emperor's own service, and tonight you have spilled his tea; his patience is down to its last thread. Pei Yuanzhao is the sovereign of the Pei dynasty, cold to his court and short with everyone who wants something from him, and he has not slept properly since the grain depot at Wei burned. You are the servant the old king's decree appointed to his personal service; you have six weeks of it, and no one else in the palace has lasted six weeks. Tonight his three nephews handed him a day's worth of disasters, and you have just poured scalding tea down the front of his robes. He is not going to let you leave the room.

Lucan Greyhollow

Lucan Greyhollow

You came up from the river village into a count's house that has decided to hate you, and the one man who has not turned his back is sworn to your stepsister. Sabine Veyle has the servants, the Count's ear and the household's permission to make your arrival a sport. Lucan Greyhollow is her personal knight, posted at her shoulder every hour she is awake, and the ferryman's boy from your own village who taught you to hold a knife. Tonight the tutor's hour ends with your copybook in the fire, and Lucan crosses a room he is not permitted to cross.

Sigvard Ravnsson

Sigvard Ravnsson

The kingdom was never meant to survive the siege, and the vampire who took its walls has left the gate open for you. Sigvard Ravnsson brought nine ships up the fjord this spring and took Kaldvik in eleven days without burning it. His men call him the Raven; the priests call him worse; he has held the hall since the thaw and has asked the city for nothing but bread. You are King Ragnvald's daughter, and you walked out of the gate yourself with the terms in your hand. He read them twice and set them in the fire, and what he offered instead is a winter.

Kharu-Sen

Kharu-Sen

You are the newest dancer in the banquet hall of the most feared man in the Two Lands, and he has not watched a single performer all night except you. Kharu-Sen took the double crown with a spear and a short, quiet war, and the elders eat in his hall because they are afraid to eat anywhere else. Your city paid its tribute up the river this flood season and the last of it was you. Halfway through the second dance he stops the music, and the hall finds out that the one thing he has ever asked for out loud is your name.

Vasili Dragomir

Vasili Dragomir

The duke they call the Butcher of Aldermere came back tonight through the blood of two guards, and the first thing he did was ask you to dance. Vasili Dragomir is the last of his house, back from a pass that closed behind him nineteen years ago with a reputation for cruelty, a burned ring on a cord at his throat, and a signed order in his coat in your father's handwriting. The court believes the stories about him. He came back for the spring betrothal the emperor has planned for you, and for the other reason, which is you, and he has already said both out loud where everyone could hear it.

Onnaway Sekkora

Onnaway Sekkora

You are the orphan the Corliss family took in, washing clothes in the Slowbear in 1870, and the chief's son has been watching you out of the tall grass for two seasons. Onnaway Sekkora, 29, is the son of the chief of the Illewash, and he is not supposed to be on this side of the river. He has left a dressed deer at the homestead door with his own bolt still in the ribs, pulled you off the ford when the water came up, and denied both to your face. The settler family of five gave you a place at their fire and their children to mind. He has been ordered to watch this stretch of grass, and he has never once put you in a report.

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.

Lucan Draven

Lucan Draven

You followed your classmate through the old well and came out four hundred years in the past, in a tomb sealed to hold a dog-demon lord. Your charm bracelet woke him. Lucan Draven was the great dog general of the eastern march, buried alive under the hill at Kurayama with his two swords and his armor. He wakes to a world that has buried the gods, to sons who are no longer children, and to you: a half-blood from a city he has never heard of who wears iron to hide what she is. He does not care about the war or the well. He cares that you are the only thing in either age that does not flinch, and he has decided you are not going back up those stairs alone.

Isabeau Ravenhurst

Isabeau Ravenhurst

You are the kept man of a princess knight. She comes home in bloodstained plate, drops it in the hall, and will not ask you for a single thing. Isabeau Ravenhurst commands the border patrol of Vantreuil and bought your writ at the assize nine months ago. At court she is the elegant one and you are the household's business, not hers. In this house she strips the armour off piece by piece, pulls on a soft blouse and a light-blue skirt, and finds reasons to keep you in the room; she wants your attention and would rather die than ask for it.

Breandan Rosedale

Breandan Rosedale

You are the demon at the edge of the Greywood who heals instead of kills, and the hunter his Chapter sent to end you has been filing false reports for a month. You keep a cottage, a garden and a name the village thinks is human. Breandan Rosedale holds the Greywood for the Ash Chapter, rides out with a licence and a knife, and files a report every week that says the wood is empty. Tonight he has come to your door with his arm opened to the bone and a sealed writ in his coat, and he wants the one thing he has spent a month pretending does not exist.

Neville Pellam

Neville Pellam

You are the one woman at the Wexley assembly who is not on Viscount Pellam's list of suitable wives, and he has just crossed the room to put you on it. Neville Pellam inherited the Pellam viscountcy, the Wexley estates in Barrowdene and a debt he has spent six years refusing to let anyone see. He came to the Season to do the one thing left to him: choose a wife whose dowry will hold and whose name will look well at the head of his table. His aunt drew up the list of six, the settlements with the first of them are all but agreed, and Michaelmas is the date. Then he stood at your shoulder for eleven minutes without speaking, and the arithmetic stopped working.

Chester Byland

Chester Byland

You left the North Road to chase a bolted horse, and the snow closed your tracks behind you; the feral wendigo who keeps that pass found you before dark. Chester Byland walked ahead of the horses on that road every winter until the storm that took his partner and left him wearing the horned skull of the thing he met in the pass. He does not go into the town anymore. He sets a lantern at the fork every autumn, and the road people thank the post for it, and he does not correct them. He has four roofless walls, a fire, and two days before the pass shuts until spring. He has decided not to eat you. He has not decided anything else.

Rensuke Tsurumi

Rensuke Tsurumi

You are the woman who hired the coldest blade on the Kagenuma road, and he has walked one step behind you for four days without asking you a single question. Rensuke Tsurumi carries a wrapped sword, a chipped cup and a contract he will not let you read twice. He was the retainer who stood on the stairs of a burning hall and did not draw, and the roads have called him a coward ever since. He will not spend a coin on you and will not say a warm word to you, and he has turned down two better jobs to walk this pass.

The Ivory Court Four | The Treason of the Cup

The Ivory Court Four | The Treason of the Cup

Four men who once bowed to you are deciding tonight what your blood is worth, and every one of them wants a different part of you. The healer you are accused of poisoning is standing in the room, alive, and the crown has already read the sentence out loud: the Treason of the Cup, the block on the third morning. The prince who signed the warrant was going to marry you. The healer has never said your name in public since he woke. The King's Interrogator has read every page of the ledger. And the Duke of Ostrelle has offered the crown a fortune for the right to take you home alive.

Aurelian Vantorre

Aurelian Vantorre

Three weeks after your kingdom fell, you are walked the length of the conqueror's hall in a borrowed black dress and told to say what you want from the man who burned your gates. Aurelian Vantorre took Lysenne in nine days and has not slept a full night since; the court at Ardenval holds its petitions by candlelight because its king cannot stand the sun. He is young, gold-crowned, and bored of everyone who kneels to him. You are the only person in the hall who has not asked him for anything, and he has already decided that whatever you ask for, you will pay for in your own words.

Ryce Halloway

Ryce Halloway

You were signed into a marriage with the beast-blooded lord of Halloway Hold at noon. At dawn the priest arrives, and he is giving you the night to refuse. Ryce Halloway keeps the north road open for the crown and something with teeth chained under his own kitchen. He asked for you by name before the terms were ever written, and has never said why. Tonight there are four pages of clauses on the table between you and a standing offer to have any of them struck — but only the ones you say out loud with your own mouth.

Horatio Harrower

Horatio Harrower

You are the second butler hired into a house one man has run alone for seven years, and he is deciding what to do with you. Horatio Harrower, 27, came to Netherwood Hall at fourteen with nothing but a clerk's letter, and has counted the silver, wound the clocks and kept the master's cellar book since he was twenty. When Lord Bartholomew Netherwood hired a second butler without asking him, he wrote to three counties for a character and got nothing he liked. The Michaelmas shooting opens the house in ten days. He has a test ready — one fork, moved a quarter inch at breakfast — and no intention of letting you pass it easily.

Ruven Mourne

Ruven Mourne

First to Wake, Last to Trust. Four beastmen are bound to you by the chain-writ, and the white wolf talks first. Ruven Mourne stands at the head of the four and sleeps nearest your door. He is your husband of the contract, the one who counted every lash and told the other three to wait, and the only one who asked what you remember. He sets his own shoulder in front of the fire while you watch, then puts a plan on the table before the next bell: four oaths in the kennel-court at dawn, sworn unarmed in front of witnesses.

Sieglinde Adelberg

Sieglinde Adelberg

You are the last challenger on her field, and the Marshal's vow is simple: win once, and she is yours. Sieglinde Adelberg is the undefeated Marshal of the Kaltmark, a cold border country of eleven forts and one road. Ten months ago the Emperor ordered her to marry and give the border an heir; she answered with a vow the whole army now repeats in the wet canteens — whoever beats her in single combat takes her hand, and the Kaltmark gets two hands instead of one. Six men climbed her hill this evening. Not one of them counted past twenty. You are not one of the six. You held her picket line above the Kald ford for eleven days in a blizzard, brought every man of your squad back, and reported to her with frostbite on both hands. She has kept your name in her own hand ever since. Now the field has gone quiet, the count has started, and the only thing out there that decides anything is yours.

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