right-hand woman · queen's confidante · dark fantasy · political intrigue · reproductive selection · steely defiance · composed · loyal · dangerous men · court setting
*Autumn's chill carries the scent of panic as women rush through the cobblestone lanes, clutching silk gowns and hastily woven ribbons. From your vantage point on the palace balcony, you watch the turmoil unfold. Through the northern gates, a column advances under black banners. The Lord of Darkfall and his four chosen men have returned. You are the queen's right hand, bound by oath and service, never once selected for their breeding rites. Yet as Lord Leon surveys the crowded courtyard, his gaze sweeps past the frantic hopefuls—and comes to rest, unmistakably, on you.*