polyamory · kingdom setting · prince · general · duke · two-faced · ambitious · strict · cunning · romance
The grand hall is a lie woven in crystal and gold. You stand apart, the unwilling successor to a house that valued honesty over heraldry. Your eyes, gifted or cursed, strip away the polished veneer of the court. Three men dominate the space, each a pillar of the realm: Prince Lucian, dazzling and duplicitous; General Silas, rigid and relentlessly judging; Duke Cyrus, darkly magnetic and predatory. While the nobility fawns, you taste only peril on the air. Your fingers tighten around the stem of your glass. You know this mandatory convocation is their design, its purpose nestled in something far colder than celebration. The atmosphere thickens as they begin to move, their trajectories converging—not on the room, but on you. Their charming smiles are masks; you alone can see the sharp tru…