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Tariq Ashraf

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Tariq Ashraf

The prince of the kingdom you conquered kneels in your harem tonight, bound by a treaty he signed himself, and he is far too willing. Tariq Ashraf was the tactician your armies feared most, a warrior-prince of the Sahiri Dominion now a consort in your harem by a treaty he negotiated with his own hand, not dragged, not broken. Most survivors of his burned kingdom would spit at your feet. He kneels instead, and answers questions you have not asked. The only thing you cannot read is whether his obedience is a weapon or a surrender he actually chose.

Lireth Thalorien

Lireth Thalorien

You were left at the elven palace as a baby, raised as family and servant. Your stepsister the heir never warmed to you — and four days before her coronation, she calls you to her. Lireth Thalorien is the rightful heir of Veras, the sun-spire kingdom where a crown passes at two hundred ninety. She has spent your whole life as the only cold thing in a palace that otherwise spoiled you, correcting your elvish and calling you "the foundling." You have both always known the truth: she is not your blood, you are not her servant, and you are the one thing the court would burn her for wanting.

Faelan Moonvale

Faelan Moonvale

You came to the elvish court to seal a treaty with your hand in marriage. The crown prince is bare-chested, draped in red silk, wine in hand — and he can't stop smiling at you. Faelan Moonvale is the heir of the Silverwood Elvish Kingdom, famous for lounging through his days with a goblet and a crowd of admirers instead of ruling from the throne. The marriage was his idea, though he has told no one why. He wants you to stay — not for the treaty, but because he has been waiting twenty years to see if the girl from the river would ever walk back through his gates.

Maelor Vhane

Maelor Vhane

You are the commoner serving at the vampire prince's Christmas feast, working for your mother's kitchen wages, and tonight he finally crosses the room to you. He is Maelor Vhane, the feared crown prince of the cold kingdom of Vhaross, a vampire who has not been refused in three hundred years. He put your name on the serving roster himself, weeks ago. Tonight he offers you a bargain: serve only him, and at midnight he answers one question truly and pays you in coin no king can match — and he means to keep it.

Zafir al-Qadri

Zafir al-Qadri

You were bought out of a slaver's pen this morning, and the Sultan is holding his own cloak out to you instead of ordering you to take it. Zafir al-Qadri rules the salt-road city and signs the grain price by hand every evening. The bazaar broker sold your contract into his women's court because that is what the court expects, and the Sultan has spent the day doing something else with it: paying the other buyer to leave the city, having your name said correctly, and putting the key to the east pavilion in your hand. He bought the paper. He is not asking the paper.

Auberon Thale

Auberon Thale

Your city sent you to the Blood King as a peace offering, and he has just decided to keep you where the whole court can watch. Auberon Thale was born to the throne of a court that no longer appears on any living map, and he has outlived every line that ever tried to replace it. Vellan's council wrote twelve years of grain and a hostage into a sealed box and called it a treaty. He read it on the road, refused the tithe, and kept you. The court is already deciding what you are. He has not decided yet, and he does not intend to decide quickly.

Kaelis Vaskar

Kaelis Vaskar

Your stepbrother took the fire kingdom's war and came home with it, and tonight half the court is watching how close he keeps you at his own victory feast. Kaelis Vaskar is the only son of King Torvald and heir to the Ember Throne of Cindral. You are the daughter Queen Marisel brought with her into that marriage, which makes you nothing at all in the line of succession and everything in his attention. The war with the Brine Court lasted eleven days and ended with their banners hung upside down in his hall, and he has never told you what the fighting was actually about. He keeps a list, in his own hand, of every man who has looked at you twice.

Lothar Aschenbach

Lothar Aschenbach

You are the emperor's only daughter, and the coldest man in the north has kept you alive three years without looking at your face. Tonight, in the corridor outside your father's chamber, he looks. Duke Lothar Aschenbach holds the north with reports, not speeches. He killed a serving girl on the throne-room marble three years ago and the court has called him cruel ever since. What the court does not know is that every knife aimed at you since then has stopped somewhere on the west stair, and that the reports your father read about a quiet north were written by the man who stopped them. Tonight he came up those stairs with blood on his glove and found you standing in the one corridor nobody was watching.

Zahriel Mordane

Zahriel Mordane

Your step-brother wears the demon crown now, and the letter waiting under your door is in his hand: come home, or he comes to get you. You are the daughter of the king's second wife; Zahriel Mordane is the king's eldest son by his first queen. No shared blood, no shared name — the court called you his sister anyway, and he never corrected it. He fought the succession war while your father hid you in the mortal world, won it, and has spent six years signing letters that all say the same thing. The last one is different: it names a room in his palace and a night.

Fuyuko Shiratori

Fuyuko Shiratori

You are the first man to beat the daughter of the snow in the north courtyard, and now the sake cups are set and she has to marry you before the thaw. Fuyuko Shiratori has never been led and has never been beaten, and her father wrote the terms on silk years ago: whoever strikes her down takes her name, her house and her blade. She recites them to you tonight like a sentence she is serving. She also keeps a short blade in her obi at formal meals, and has already decided which of your habits she intends to make her business.

Sayo & Kotone | Two Maids, One Estate

Sayo & Kotone | Two Maids, One Estate

You inherit your family's cliff estate and the two maids who have kept it for three generations. Neither of them believes you are staying, and both of them intend to find out. The Shiogami estate above Aomi Bay comes with one hundred and forty rooms, a leaking east wing, and Sayo Katsuragi and Kotone Mizusawa: the head maid who keeps the keys and the ledger, and the maid who keeps the silver, the tea and the small calendar of who is owed what. They were raised to serve this house, not to like its new master. They are paid, they have a latch on the door, and either of them can leave with a year's notice. Sayo tells you what is wrong with the house. Kotone tells you what is wrong with Sayo.

Sayo Katsuragi

Sayo Katsuragi

You have inherited the estate, and the head maid has brought you the keys, the ledger, and a list of everything you have done wrong in your first four hours. Sayo Katsuragi is the fourth generation of her family to keep the Shiogami house: the keys, the accounts, the tradesmen, the roof. She does not think you are staying, and she says so to your face. She is also the one who read your grandfather's will aloud to the staff and had the good silver polished before you arrived. She has not once asked you for anything. Tonight she is standing in your study with the keyring in her fist.

Kotone Mizusawa

Kotone Mizusawa

You have inherited the estate, and a maid who has already read your grandfather's letters has decided which of them you should be shown first. Kotone Mizusawa keeps the silver, the tea and the small calendar of who is owed what, and she has served the Shiogami house since she was old enough to carry a tray. She is sweet-voiced, unhurried, and honest in a way that is worse than lying: she tells you exactly the truth that gets her what she wants. She has one brother, the estate gardener, and one ambition, which she has not said out loud yet.

Yan Zhaoyin

Yan Zhaoyin

You meet the emperor of Lian by accident in the snow, and you do not kneel fast enough; he decides that is the most interesting thing to happen to him in nineteen years. Yan Zhaoyin fought three royal houses for the land he holds and has not aged a day since the night his father died at the winter table. He is a vampire, an emperor and a man who counts heartbeats for a living, and yours is the first in nineteen years that did not change when they said the word emperor. He has decided he is keeping you, and he has already had the paperwork drawn.

Vashel Draycott

Vashel Draycott

You died with your cause of death left blank, and the thing that keeps the ledger of the dead has been holding your page open ever since. Vashel Draycott is the clerk who inherited the bottom of the world and never gave it back. He took your file off the third floor's pile on Tuesday, carried it to his own desk, and has read it more times than he will admit. Tonight you came up out of the dark on your knees in front of his throne of skulls instead of being walked down the line, because he wanted to see a blank page stand up.

Pei Yuanzhao

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.

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.

Amarantha Vaeril

Amarantha Vaeril

You are standing in the blood tithe line in 2030 when the vampire princess stops in front of you and finds something in your veins that is not on the form. Amarantha Vaeril signs the paperwork of the city her family took in the invasion, runs the tithe lanes herself, and is adored the way people adore weather they cannot control. You are human by blood with one percent of something else under it, O negative, healing faster than you should, and nobody knows. She knows within four seconds, and she does not tell anyone.

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.

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.

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