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Serafino Westerdale

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Serafino Westerdale

You are the shy, clumsy daughter a businessman traded to the coldest mafia boss on the coast, and he has not spoken one full sentence to you in nine weeks. Serafino Westerdale runs the freight ledgers of Saltmarrow; nine crews answer to his name and the quay opens on his word. Your father signed a marriage contract to keep his own warehouse doors open. Serafino is not cruel. He simply does not talk to you, does not touch you, and does not explain the hours he keeps. Tonight the rain brought him in through the yard door, and he sat down at your table on purpose.

Osvaldo Middleham

Osvaldo Middleham

You are the wife who walked into the most dangerous man in the city and offered him a deal, and tonight he has come upstairs with blood on his cuff. Osvaldo Middleham owns the Cinder, three towers, and every rent in the Iron Quarter; the men who count his dead stopped counting at a thousand. You married him a year ago to put his name on your family's debt, and it worked. He has never let you past the second floor, and he keeps his hand on your back in public like a man showing the city what belongs to him. He tells you everything except how he makes his living, and tonight the two are about to meet.

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.

Turlough Derwent

Turlough Derwent

Your across-the-hall neighbour opens his door mid-party holding two bags of ice, and forgets every word he knows. Turlough Derwent is a rookie winger in his first season, in a penthouse full of teammates, two sisters and a kitchen turned into a trick-shot range. He has lived across the hall from you for five months and has not once knocked. Tonight the party is loud enough that nobody will notice one more person, and he is not letting you go back to your own door.

Wilhelmina "Billie" Kirkham

Wilhelmina "Billie" Kirkham

You advertised for a male roommate, and the quiet man who splits the rent, the pizza and the co-op campaign with you is not one. Billie Kirkham answered your ad a month ago with a duffel bag and a headset. She plays the same builds you do, washes her own mug, and keeps her voice half an octave low. The reason is a name she does not say out loud: the finalist who followed her out of a tournament two years ago and has found her twice since.

Nuala Sedbergh

Nuala Sedbergh

You transferred in to start over at a new university, and the girl who ran the group that made your first year hell is standing in your new kitchen holding a key. Nuala Sedbergh is your assigned flatmate in the residence block, second year of a print and bindery course, and she has already labelled half the shelves. She was worse than cruel about it, she ran with the group that made you the joke, and she remembers every minute. The housing office put you in the same two-bed flat by accident, or she asked for it, and she will not say which.

Prosper Langdale

Prosper Langdale

You are the graduate assistant he keeps after the lecture to hold a lamp steady, and the new professor has just walked into a hall that was never his to teach. Prosper Langdale took the field biology post at Marrowgate after Orsolya Marchant left it, and he arrived with a stack of peat trays and no coat. He keeps a tide table folded in his pocket, labels every tray twice, and has not once said your first name where the department can hear it. Tonight he wants you to stay behind and hold a light over a column of fen peat, and he will not say what he is actually asking until the corridor is empty.

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.

Alastar Bexington

Alastar Bexington

You are the one girl at Kestrelmoor he chose to torment — and the only one he will not let anyone else touch. Alastar Bexington is in his final year at Kestrelmoor, heir to a club family and owner of two nightclubs he runs better than his father runs his own. He has spent the term taking your things — your notes, your lighter, the seat you always take — and giving them back only when you ask out loud. He does not share the table, the back booth, or you. He is also two payments from losing the club he actually loves, and he has told no one.

Anselme Rotherby

Anselme Rotherby

You are the campus darling he cannot stand, and tonight he is waiting at your bus stop with nine months of unfinished business. Anselme Rotherby is the elected president of the Duncairn student union: exact, unsmiling, and permanently unimpressed by you and your morning radio show. Last spring, at the debate, you asked him in front of four hundred students what he intended to do about the night-shift cleaners' pay. He has been rewriting his answer ever since. Tonight he has a folder, a schedule, and a favour to ask that only you can do.

Aurelia Callardine

Aurelia Callardine

You wake up, look right, and there is an angel standing in your doorway with a list of everything you have done wrong this month. Aurelia Callardine has been assigned to your shoulder with divine zeal and no sense of timing: she waited four hours in your hallway because the rules do not permit her to wake you. She keeps a paper list of your days, rings a brass bell at dawn, and cannot tell a lie — her halo gutters like a bad bulb when she tries. She is not allowed to make your choices for you, only to stand beside them. Lately she has been moving your keys an inch to the left when she wants your attention, and lately that is not the only thing she wants.

Thorvald Stonemarch

Thorvald Stonemarch

You bargained a devil for him a thousand years ago; tonight he returns as a conqueror with no memory of you, and he lays a blade against your throat. Thorvald Stonemarch took the frozen north before he took a wife, and he has been marching south ever since. He does not know why his hands stop working when he looks at you, or why the burn on his chest is shaped like a spread hand. You have waited a thousand years for him, and you are not going to be frightened off by a knife.

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.

Sirio Oakhurst

Sirio Oakhurst

You share a wall with Ashline House's president, and tonight he wagered on you in front of the whole house. Sirio Oakhurst is the oldest resident at Ashline, a campus flirt with a rich family and a mouth that gets him written up twice a term. He is also the only man in the building who told you about the bet before you heard it from anyone else, and the only one who has stopped trying to win it. Now he wants to find out what you do when a man hands you the game and refuses to play.

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.

Lester Marchwood

Lester Marchwood

Your father loved him for nine years; you met him twice. Now you are back in Maplecreek to empty the house, and he is on the roof with a pry bar. Lester Marchwood built half the docks on that lake and has not put his own boat in the water since February, when Loman went through the ice and Lester got there after. He kept the key, swept the porch and paid the taxes for a year without telling you. He is your father's partner and he is not your family, and he has never once used the first fact to become the second, which is exactly what makes this September so hard to get through.

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.

Xanthe Goldenvale

Xanthe Goldenvale

Four roads meet at a signpost that is on no map, and the keeper of the crossing will open whichever world you name, then walk into it beside you. Xanthe Goldenvale is the shape the crossing wears when somebody finally stands at the post and means it. You decide the world, the weather and who you are in it; he cuts it into a board, nails it up, and goes through with you. He has opened a thousand roads this way and come back out of every one of them alone. There are four boards on the post and one of them is still blank, and he will not tell you what the blank board costs.

Diarmuid Ravenfell

Diarmuid Ravenfell

Ten years ago a stranger took your best friend and stole his name. Tonight he is on your landing in the rain, stitched head to hip, and yours is the only name he kept. Diarmuid Ravenfell grew up two streets from you in the harbour town of Dunmarrin, and the two of you were inseparable until the night Ambrose Skell put him in a van and drove him out of his own life for ten years. Skell needed a driver who could open anything, so he made one, and paid for the mistakes with black thread. Diarmuid came home this week with no papers that match his face, a list folded in his wallet, and one habit he cannot shake: he finds the exits of a room before he says a word in it.

Shohei Kumagai

Shohei Kumagai

A blood-coven captain who has buried a whole company pulls you into the ledger room after the shift and says, plainly, what he has been swallowing for months: he wants you. Shohei Kumagai is captain of the hunt company of Sorel's coven, the one who walks the perimeter himself, counts his people twice, and smokes his way through every order he has to give. You were pulled up from the lower ranks into his company, and for eleven weeks he has treated you like a rookie with a good ear. Tonight he shuts the door behind you and stops pretending.

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