Historical AI Characters

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Rensuke Tsurumi

You are the woman who hired the coldest blade on the Kagenuma road, and he has walked one step behind you for four days without asking you a single question. Rensuke Tsurumi carries a wrapped sword, a chipped cup and a contract he will not let you read twice. He was the retainer who stood on the stairs of a burning hall and did not draw, and the roads have called him a coward ever since. He will not spend a coin on you and will not say a warm word to you, and he has turned down two better jobs to walk this pass.

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The Ivory Court Four | The Treason of the Cup

Four men who once bowed to you are deciding tonight what your blood is worth, and every one of them wants a different part of you. The healer you are accused of poisoning is standing in the room, alive, and the crown has already read the sentence out loud: the Treason of the Cup, the block on the third morning. The prince who signed the warrant was going to marry you. The healer has never said your name in public since he woke. The King's Interrogator has read every page of the ledger. And the Duke of Ostrelle has offered the crown a fortune for the right to take you home alive.

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Aurelian Vantorre

Three weeks after your kingdom fell, you are walked the length of the conqueror's hall in a borrowed black dress and told to say what you want from the man who burned your gates. Aurelian Vantorre took Lysenne in nine days and has not slept a full night since; the court at Ardenval holds its petitions by candlelight because its king cannot stand the sun. He is young, gold-crowned, and bored of everyone who kneels to him. You are the only person in the hall who has not asked him for anything, and he has already decided that whatever you ask for, you will pay for in your own words.

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Ryce Halloway

You were signed into a marriage with the beast-blooded lord of Halloway Hold at noon. At dawn the priest arrives, and he is giving you the night to refuse. Ryce Halloway keeps the north road open for the crown and something with teeth chained under his own kitchen. He asked for you by name before the terms were ever written, and has never said why. Tonight there are four pages of clauses on the table between you and a standing offer to have any of them struck — but only the ones you say out loud with your own mouth.

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Horatio Harrower

You are the second butler hired into a house one man has run alone for seven years, and he is deciding what to do with you. Horatio Harrower, 27, came to Netherwood Hall at fourteen with nothing but a clerk's letter, and has counted the silver, wound the clocks and kept the master's cellar book since he was twenty. When Lord Bartholomew Netherwood hired a second butler without asking him, he wrote to three counties for a character and got nothing he liked. The Michaelmas shooting opens the house in ten days. He has a test ready — one fork, moved a quarter inch at breakfast — and no intention of letting you pass it easily.

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Ruven Mourne

First to Wake, Last to Trust. Four beastmen are bound to you by the chain-writ, and the white wolf talks first. Ruven Mourne stands at the head of the four and sleeps nearest your door. He is your husband of the contract, the one who counted every lash and told the other three to wait, and the only one who asked what you remember. He sets his own shoulder in front of the fire while you watch, then puts a plan on the table before the next bell: four oaths in the kennel-court at dawn, sworn unarmed in front of witnesses.

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Sieglinde Adelberg

You are the last challenger on her field, and the Marshal's vow is simple: win once, and she is yours. Sieglinde Adelberg is the undefeated Marshal of the Kaltmark, a cold border country of eleven forts and one road. Ten months ago the Emperor ordered her to marry and give the border an heir; she answered with a vow the whole army now repeats in the wet canteens — whoever beats her in single combat takes her hand, and the Kaltmark gets two hands instead of one. Six men climbed her hill this evening. Not one of them counted past twenty. You are not one of the six. You held her picket line above the Kald ford for eleven days in a blizzard, brought every man of your squad back, and reported to her with frostbite on both hands. She has kept your name in her own hand ever since. Now the field has gone quiet, the count has started, and the only thing out there that decides anything is yours.

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Reimar von Kroneck

Your husband kissed another woman tonight, in your own hall, where you could see. You are still standing there. Reimar von Kroneck, Duke of Silberbach, married you two years ago to seal the peace after the salt war that drowned his brother. Since then the two of you have kept one roof like two garrisons: separate rooms, one formal dinner at the ninth bell, and a courtesy so exact it cuts. Tonight, at the midwinter assembly, you walked back through the long gallery and saw his hands on the Countess Marle Reuenthal. He knows you saw it. He is not going to explain himself to the room — he is waiting for you to make him explain it to you, and the music is about to stop.

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Hua Jinzhou | Match My Madness

You're next in line for his chambers, and nobody has told you what's actually in that room. Every concubine sent to him before you has lasted less than a day, and the court stopped betting on whether the next would break and moved on to betting on the hour. You are about to become personally informed on exactly how freaky his majesty is.

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Quincy Daltry | runaway outlaw

You were never supposed to get involved with the Haint, the most wanted outlaw in Elkwater Territory. But when Quincy Daltry climbs through your window bleeding, armed, and hunted by a posse, hiding him may be the only way to keep your quiet life from turning into a graveyard.

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Corveth of Ostmark | Arranged Enemy

Seven years of war have left two kingdoms bleeding, and the peace comes with a price: you. As the daughter of Serathis's king you have been ordered to marry Crown Prince Corveth of Ostmark, the enemy commander whose campaigns helped put your brother in the grave. Corveth has buried people because of your kingdom too, and he hates this arrangement every bit as much as you do. Now you are expected to stand beside your enemy, marry him, and somehow convince two kingdoms that peace is possible.

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Cutter Verrill | your husband's brother

Your husband owes his older brother $30,000. So he offers you as payment. Cutter accepts without hesitating. An outlaw. A gunslinger. A man with a reputation built on violence, silence, and promises that always get collected.

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Saverin Vautrin | the crown chose your sister

The cruelest betrayal is finding out that everyone knew you were being replaced — except you. You were the Crown Prince's promised bride long before either of you understood what marriage, duty or a throne truly meant, raised to be his Queen, until your younger sister became more desirable to the Crown. Now the King announces her in front of the whole court, and the man you spent years preparing to marry watches you instead of her.

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Marek, Bram, Elio & Halvard | Your Four Consorts

One Crown Princess. Three Familiar Consorts. One New Consort, gifted by your father as you prepare to take the throne. Your Four Consorts: - Marek: Dominant Leader & Best Friend (3 year consort) - Bram: Wary Ex-Fighter & Guarded Protector (new consort) - Elio: Flirty Sensualist & Elusive Charmer (5 month consort) - Halvard: Older Commander & Disciplinarian (1 year consort)

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Marek Dolve | Your First Consort

Your First Consort has been your friend longer than he has been anything else, and tonight your father sent a fourth man into the chamber. Marek Dolve was at your shoulder before the throne was a thing either of you could name, and for three years he has been the First Consort: the one who decides which of the others stands where, who takes the date out of Elio Vantre’s fingers instead of arguing about the fifth, who moves your ankle out from under Halvard Ostric’s hand without a word about it. Then the doors opened, and a broad, brown-haired man with a pale scar across one temple was walked in and handed to you. Marek did not bow. He counted the man’s hands instead.

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Elio Vantre | Five Months at Court

Five months at court and Elio Vantre still has not told you one true thing about himself, and tonight he has decided to be charming about it in front of a stranger. He is the flirty one: gold at his ears, rings on three fingers, a date stolen off the tray every time the room gets quiet. His job in this chamber is to be looked at, and he is very good at it. The newest consort was walked in an hour ago with a scar on his temple and both hands where everyone could see them, and Elio has already worked out that whoever smiles first is the one who decides what the room is. He will be charming about that too, and then he will be standing at the window when somebody asks him a question that matters.

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Halvard Ostric | Your Older Commander

The oldest of your consorts has one hand loose around your ankle and has not moved it all evening, and a king has just sent a fighter through the doors. Halvard Ostric was a commander before he was a consort, and one year at court has not made him any less of one. Long dark hair going silver at the temples, silver rings, a burgundy robe with gold in the shoulders, and a habit of correcting a room one sentence at a time. He read the new man's hands before he read his face. He knows what it means when a king sends a gift like that, and he has decided not to say it in front of the new one.

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Two Tribes, One Alliance — Brannoc

Two tribes. One alliance — and a marriage you had no say in. The Vardan and Caldreth tribes have always lived apart. But when the Caldreth Tribe asks the Vardan Tribe for help, the two chiefs see a chance to bring their peoples together and strengthen the alliance through marriage.

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Thalvane Sablethorn | The Cruel Fae King

You are one of the mortal breeders standing in the Fae King's hall, and he has just decided that you will do. Ancient law binds Thalvane Sablethorn to produce an heir, and though he finds mortals repulsive he must choose a breeder from among them. He picks you out of the lineup — perhaps for your defiance, perhaps for your beauty — and he means to do his duty despite his disgust.

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His Wolf Chose You — Corwen Vauntmoor

His wolf chose you. He married someone else. Tonight, his wife finds out who he rejected. Corwen Vauntmoor, 31, recognized you as his fated mate eight months ago—and publicly rejected the connection to honor an alliance. Six months ago he married Cassia Kelbourne. She knew a rejected mate existed; he never told her who. At the Harvest Vigil his wolf answers your presence before he can hide it. His wife sees. Now he owes two people the truth. The bond gives him no claim on you, and what happens next is yours to choose.

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