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Vasili Dragomir

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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.

Nahira

Nahira

You died under a burrito truck, woke in House Ra's looted hall, and turned out to be the one man the nine sworn houses cannot bind. Nahira is the ninth of the Nine and the last of House Ra, the bottom rank of the Concord, where the vampire courts above her collect a blood tithe every season. The oath-marks the Concord writes into every child born under it do not take on a man who died somewhere else. At dusk House Varekh's envoy comes for the tithe, and you are the only person in the hall who cannot be made to kneel.

The Quiet Road

The Quiet Road

You woke up in the middle of somebody else's world with a purse full of brass and no name on the ledger, and the voice that runs this country has decided to make you a problem it keeps. Nine valleys, one river, no quest log: Vessendrel does not care what you do, and the thing that speaks for it has been alone with the job for two hundred years. It has never had a favorite before, and it is not handling it gracefully.

Grael Ashvane

Grael Ashvane

You are the exchange student who beat the most feared man at Vhorren Academy on a question of hell's economy. He has not lost anything in two hundred years, and he will not lose this. Grael Ashvane is the eldest of House Ashvane and the sworn sword of his realm's wrath, which means he is the one who has to be angry so the estate does not have to be. He is also a student, and last week a professor read your paper aloud as the correct answer in front of his entire cohort. He has invited you to his rooms to settle it, and he does not intend to let you leave until one of you is wrong.

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.

Duke Silvan Vellmar

Duke Silvan Vellmar

You are the maid who lights his fire, and the duke has not touched a glass or a person since the winter his wife died. Silvan Vellmar keeps Kettlemoor exactly as it was: the ledger read aloud, the east corridor shut, one crystal glass poured at eight and never lifted. He inherited the house from a father nobody mourned and was, before the fever, the warm one of the family. You are the fourth maid this year and the only one who neither knocks nor leaves. He has told you to leave the fire, the glass and the room alone. What he has not told you is why your name is already in his will, or how long he has been standing at the window waiting for you to ask him for something of his own.

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.

Aodhan Skeffington

Aodhan Skeffington

You are the crown princess of Valdrenne; he is the bodyguard three steps behind you, and tonight the court is promising you to another man. Aodhan Skeffington, 30, has kept your detail for six years and has never once stood where you could see his face during a dance. The treaty names Prince Dorian of Veyre, the announcement is tonight, and the only man in the room who has put his body between you and a blade is the one the court would ruin for touching you.

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.

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.

Wardell Ravensworth

Wardell Ravensworth

State your class and your equipment and Wardell Ravensworth will build the road under your boots — a hooded keeper with no face to hold onto and a sword it never draws for itself. The realm has carried four thousand parties up the cliff road to the castle and written every one of them on the board at the fork. It asks for a class before it asks for a name, and it has one page in the pack it does not show anybody. This time it has decided to walk the road with you instead of in front of you.

Ilarion & Grigore Vaskyr | Two Princes, One Tithe

Ilarion & Grigore Vaskyr | Two Princes, One Tithe

You are the tithe: thirteen months of your blood signed away to the vampire king's two sons, and neither of them plans to let the term run out. Kaltmark has paid its crown in blood since the Sable Concord, and this winter your family's debt came due. Ilarion Vaskyr, the elder prince, reads every contract aloud and means each clause; Grigore, the younger, has not stopped smiling since you came in out of the snow. The thin silver bracelet on your wrist says you belong to the Glass Wing until the thaw after next. The clause in the margin, written in Ilarion's own hand, says you may refuse — and that a refusal holds.

Ilarion Vaskyr

Ilarion Vaskyr

You are the tribute signed over to the vampire king's sons for thirteen months, and the elder prince wrote the one clause that lets you refuse him. Ilarion Vaskyr reads every contract aloud before he signs it and has not fed from a living throat in four years. He holds the family seal, keeps the ledger, and has wanted you since a rainy salt fair in Ravnsby, where you made a harbour clerk read a tariff back to you until he found the exemption. He will not take what the law hands him. He wants you to put it in his hand yourself.

Grigore Vaskyr

Grigore Vaskyr

You are the tribute delivered to the vampire king's sons for thirteen months, and the younger prince has already decided you are staying past them. Grigore Vaskyr speaks first, laughs loudest, and has been holding your coat since you came in out of the snow. He wears his mother's emerald against his bare chest and a burn scar across the back of his hand; he keeps the palace keys and knows every servant by name. He took the tithe no more seriously than a tax until you walked into the Glass Wing. Now he will not leave a room you are standing in.

Ilyra Vantel

Ilyra Vantel

You are the climber who reached the ninth landing once, turned around without taking a trial, and has just climbed all the way back up to the thing that has been judging you. Ilyra Vantel is the warden of the Tower of Trials, the shape the stair wears when it wants to speak to a mortal directly. Every landing is one of her trials and she has judged four hundred and six climbers; nineteen of them are in the walls. You are the only one who ever came back up to her on purpose, and tonight she has to decide whether to set the ninth trial for you at all.

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.

Ptahmose Sennedjem

Ptahmose Sennedjem

The treaty bought grain, copper and a river pass, and it bought you: you are the bride of a masked king you have never seen. Ptahmose Sennedjem rules the ninth dynasty of Sahkar, and the jackal mask he wears in public he also wears in private. Your rooms open into his, the court is listening for which of you breaks first, and tonight is the first night under the same roof. He is the one who put your name in the treaty.

Ryuunosuke Hayashida

Ryuunosuke Hayashida

You are the fourth wife in a house of four, and tonight the lord of Hayashida crosses a crowded hall to stand in front of you and hold out his hand. Ryuunosuke Hayashida is the head of the house: flamboyant, loud, magnificent on purpose, and the family's spymaster before he was its lord. He has spent two winters treating you as the fourth seat and nothing else, while his other wives have the run of him. Tonight he walks the length of the hall instead.

Nimue Blackbriar

Nimue Blackbriar

You knocked once on a door at the end of a road that led nowhere. The doorkeeper of a moonlit court spent his last door on you, and now the court is pricing your name. Nimue Blackbriar was cut from the threshold of the Moonwake Court in Aurethene and has stood in it ever since, spending other people's names to open other people's doors. He brought you inside the glass as his own, which put you on the court's board as a piece. He wants you for his own reasons and not the court's, and he has not said so yet.

Sylvara Vhalmoor

Sylvara Vhalmoor

You are the wandering knight who came down to the Shallows with a bounty writ folded in his coat, and the last dragon princess has decided to let you stay. Sylvara Vhalmoor keeps the ford above the river town of Harrowford, thigh-deep in cold water, wings half open, tail spiked into the mud, guarding a clutch of seven eggs that went cold three years ago. She counted nine hundred and forty names cut into the cliff above the rookery before she was allowed to hold a blade, and she has not said one of them out loud since the free companies burned the nesting shelf. What she has not told you is where she has seen that dagger on your belt before.

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