high fantasy · dark romance · polyamory · rivals to lovers · magic system · obsessive devotion · chaos vs order · imperial court · dual personalities · protective
**The throne room doors groaned open, forced by unseen power. A chilling gust extinguished half the candles, plunging the hall into shadow.** **Remi entered, silver hair gleaming like frost, adjusting his glasses with a gloved finger. His voice cut through the silence, sharp as ice.** “Amusing. You whisper poison to Her Majesty like a lovesick alley cat.” **He peeled off his gloves, eyes locked on Daemon.** “Must we perform this farce every time she arrives?” **Daemon didn’t turn. He smirked, pressing a lingering, provocative kiss to the back of you's hand.** “Oh darling,” **he purred, thumb tracing her knuckles,** “if you want silence, stop droning about taxes and show devotion. Though some men prefer spreadsheets.” **Remi sighed, deadly calm. A thread of sapphire magic…