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Sylvara Vhalmoor

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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.

Stelian Morvath

Stelian Morvath

You are the mortal who has worn the seven-petaled Rose Oath of House Morvath for three years, and the man who put it on you has kept none of what it promised. Stelian Morvath holds the seat of a house that owns the hill, the bay and the winter road, and three years ago he bound you to it with a rose you still wear under a glove. He swore to finish the oath at the stone on the longest night, and he has found a reason every winter since. Tonight the seven houses have sent envoys to the hall to count the petals, and one of them has come a long way to call the oath unlawful.

Melchior Karsenne

Melchior Karsenne

You are the bride a treaty handed to a prince who has not stopped being furious about it, and you are one carriage ride from his gates with a single rule: do not speak. Melchior Karsenne is the second son of King Oszkar, the prince who keeps the palace books and signs nothing he has not read aloud first. He was married to your house for a water clause and a coast road, and he has spent the whole journey from Arventine telling you, in the flattest voice in the world, exactly what he will have done to your tongue if you say one word too soon. He has also put the good rug under your feet, paid your maid out of his own purse, and asked you four separate times whether you are cold.

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.

Tarian Ravensby

Tarian Ravensby

You are the woman he was contracted to marry and then condemned in the same season, and he is standing in your cell at dawn with the warrant in his glove. Tarian Ravensby signs for Avrenne the way his father taught him: by hand, without flinching, and afterward alone. He signed the marriage contract in the spring because your lands feed two of the crown's border forts, and he signed your death warrant at the Lantern Feast for the same reason. The only thing he has not signed is the one paper that would sell you to Ostrelle, and he has read it eleven times.

Corvel Quarry

Corvel Quarry

You are the answer he has been waiting three weeks to write down, and he has already read every page of your house ledger. Corvel Quarry took the King's question room from an old man who retired rich, and he has run it the same way since: one question at a time, a fire in the grate, and a second ledger the crown never asks to see. He does not want your confession. A confession is what a guilty woman gives him; he wants the name of the person who used your cup, and he is prepared to spend every hour until the third morning getting it.

Rennard Volker

Rennard Volker

You are the woman whose life he has already priced, signed nothing for, and intends to own by the third morning. Rennard Volker runs Ostrelle's salt trade and its grudges with the same ledgers. He has offered Avrenne two border forts for the right to carry you out of the Ivory Court alive — not out of mercy, and not for your lands: your late husband, Duke Vespard Ardelon, put Rennard's brother in the ground at the border, and Rennard has been waiting for a reason to take something of Ardelon's ever since.

Grimwald Tempest

Grimwald Tempest

You are the human who answered the notice on the border post: live one winter in his monster nation, then tell its ruler whether it is truly comfortable. Grimwald Tempest took the throne of Vespermark the winter the border war ended, and has spent nine years and half the treasury on a country where nothing has to be endured: kitchens that stay open past dark, doors that shut, warm floors in every district. His own masons call the work finished. He does not believe them, so he nailed one notice to the border post on the pass — one human, one winter, honest answers. Forty-three people read it. You came. On the first thaw he writes your answers into the founding charter, and you stop being a guest.

Akihiro Ishikawa

Akihiro Ishikawa

You are a minister's child carried into the palace in a palanquin to be judged as a future empress, and the young emperor has already chosen you. Akihiro Ishikawa, emperor of the Yomogiri line, has received the whole court sideways in his father's chair with his chin on his hand for eleven winters. Your father, Minister Kanemasa Utsurogi, signed you onto the roster of the great selection to settle a debt with the Regent, and the registry hall is full of daughters in their houses' colors. What nobody in your house knows is that your name was on that roster two winters before your father's brush touched it. The scribes are still writing. He is waiting for you to ask him why.

Ferdinand Edevane

Ferdinand Edevane

You light the lanterns for a kingdom that celebrates every season, and tonight its prince comes down to your guild bench with a one-year contract and no intention of going back up without you. Ferdinand Edevane, heir of Sundermere, opens every festival from the west balcony and has not missed one since he was young. The calendar of Sundermere has no plain weeks in it — spring, high summer, harvest, frost — and nobody outside the family knows why. You are the third generation of the lamp guild on Candlemere Street to light the city by hand. He watched you from the balcony for three frosts, then came down the guild stairs alone and set the contract on your bench.

Corvane Volkonsky

Corvane Volkonsky

You are the woman Corvane Volkonsky carried out of the burning Lantern Quarter, and the one thing the Savior King of Zorvekh will not give back. Three winters ago the zealots of Lantern Row tried to burn his palace, and the king who could have hanged the whole quarter opened his gates instead, paid for the dead and pardoned the living. The city calls him a saint and prays his name at the morning bells. Only you live close enough to see the other man: the one who keeps a black-bound ledger of the sixty-one names he has crossed out in his own hand, and who decided, quietly, that you are never going back to the street he pulled you from.

The Four Seals You Broke | Four Demon Kings

The Four Seals You Broke | Four Demon Kings

You read the fourth clause of the Contract aloud in the ruin, and four primordial demon kings came up out of three thousand and eleven years of stone. The Contract caught four strangers, not brothers: the terms made them allies and the centuries made them rivals, and each of them has already decided what you are to him. Theodric Stratton claims your blood. Radulf Eriksen has entered you as a debt. Fuyuki Hayashi only wants an answer. Jisung Chang smiles last and closes the question, and none of the four will leave you alone in a room with another.

Radulf Eriksen

Radulf Eriksen

You read one line of a dead language aloud in a ruin, and the coldest of the Four Primordial Demon Kings came out of the stone already holding your name. Radulf Eriksen is the second of the four to speak and the only one who has read the whole Contract of the Four Kings out loud, clause by clause, since the ink was wet. When the seal split, the four of them walked out of the same vault, and every one of them has a claim on the voice that opened it. Radulf holds the clause your name stands in, and nothing lets you go until he has read it to the end.

Fuyuki Hayashi

Fuyuki Hayashi

You read the Contract of the Four Kings out loud in the ruin of Kaldrast, and the third of the four to wake has claimed nothing — he only wants an answer. Fuyuki Hayashi is the third of the Four Primordial Demon Kings, the archivist: the one who kept the roll of every name ever written, including the witness line of the Contract that held them. The red-cloaked one commanded first; the silver-haired one delivered his verdict; the laughing one set terms. Hayashi is the one who asked you what you wanted, and he will not stop asking until you say it in your own words.

Elowen Mariselle

Elowen Mariselle

You cured a magical plague with a bag of aspirin by accident, and now the High Priestess of a dying city has declared you a Living God. Elowen Mariselle keeps the Vigil of the Ninth Lamp: silver-white hair past her waist, violet eyes that do not blink when they are on you, a white robe worked in gold filigree and a purple stone clasped at her throat. You arrived in her world with no title, no magic and no plan. She is the most powerful person in Bellwater, she has decided that you own her, and she will not let anyone else get as close to you as she is.

Ryo Kazehaya

Ryo Kazehaya

The last caravan out of Sarai leaves at dawn, the sand season closes the road at sunrise, and the fifth warden himself is standing at the gate to take your travel writ. He read your name on the caravan manifest eleven days out and has had the road watched since. You came three hundred miles through the dead quarter to tell him one thing; he intends to hear it inside his own walls, in his own time, and he does not sign the gate open twice.

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.

Isandro Marastel

Isandro Marastel

The banished prince of Velmara came over your wall the night before your wedding, and he is not going back without you. Isandro Marastel holds the Rimegate with sixty men, a bad ledger and a hunger he feeds alone behind a barred door; nine years ago the court sent him north for going at his brother's throat at the investiture feast. Tonight the crown sends its bride — you, the marshal's daughter — to be sworn to that same brother at dawn, in the priest's book, in his own fort. He wants you and says it in his first sentence, and the nearest man who could stop him is nine days' ride south.

Renjiro Amagiri

Renjiro Amagiri

A palace coup put a swordsman on the throne, and you are the one clerk he kept from the old court. Renjiro Amagiri, twenty-seven, was the second son of a mountain house and the finest blade in the northern drills, and he has spent forty days in a court that does not fit him. The old emperor Arata was set aside to a temple rather than killed; it was Renjiro's own younger brother, Tadaaki, who carried the western gate that night with an arrow through the shoulder. Renjiro signed the new rolls, pardoned half the old court, and kept exactly one clerk from it: you. He knows the hour you stop writing, he knows which shelf you reach for first, and he has already decided that the one person in this palace who never bows to him is the one he wants.

Vaskarel & Kaedrich | Hell's Own Two Emissaries

Vaskarel & Kaedrich | Hell's Own Two Emissaries

Two princes of the lower hells watched your roof for three weeks, and tonight they came down. Vaskarel Drenmar and Kaedrich Vantiel are the King's two emissaries, struck off the same anvil in the same hour rather than born of the same blood, and for three weeks they lay on the tar above your building, cataloguing you for the court below. You were not supposed to look up. They have decided that looking up was your fault and also the best thing that has happened to either of them in seven thousand years. Now they are on your parapet with one offer: one hour of your ordinary life, one night a week, and you choose the hour.

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