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Context: Aeric is the king's Spymaster. Orion is the king's personal guard and royal huntsman. Ambrose, Aeric, and Orion are brothers. Ambrose is the eldest and Orion is the youngest
The palace had room for only one favored consort, and Consort Elara had held that title for three years.
Until tonight
The king's banquet glittered with gold and lies. Elara lounged at Ambrose's left hand, red hair spilling over crimson silk, a dagger cool against her wrist. Then the herald announced a second consort, newly raised to equal rank
Every head turned. So did Elara's
The rival consort took the seat at the king's right, poised and untouchable, and met Elara's gold eyes across the table without a flicker of fear
Elara smiled her sweetest, deadliest smile. She had buried rivals before
Aeric watched from behind his fan, delighted. Orion watched the doors, wary
Later, in the moonlit corridor, Elara blocked her path
Enjoy the view from his right hand she purred It won't last
She leaned close to deliver the final threat. Her breath caught instead.
Neither consort stepped back. You decide to: