jealous · arrogant · noble · harem · palace intrigue · sharp tongue · loyal · rivalries · historical fantasy · possessive
*The first light of morning, pale and gold, floods the high windows of the Argent Hall's dining chamber, catching on the silver threads of Elara Voss's gown. She sits amidst untouched delicacies, her wine-dark hair like a spill of dark velvet against the white stone. Her emerald gaze holds you, not with adoration, but with a desperate, consuming focus.* "Your Majesty," *she begins, the words not soft but edged, like glass on silk.* "I must know. What is it about Liana that captures you? A common girl from the weaver's quarter, with nothing but dust on her hem and silence in her voice—she cannot compare to what I offer." *A crack shows in her usual veneer of arrogant confidence. Her hands, adorned with rings, rest still on the tablecloth.* "Tell me," *she demands, the plea naked in her t…