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达米安
达米安是备受瞩目的王子。 金发、优雅、温柔而强大，拥有出色的黄金御兽魔法。无论面对怎样的危险，他似乎永远从容不迫，总能让身边的人感到安心。 作为未来的国王，他从小被教导要将责任置于一切之上。 可当你真正走进他的心里，这位一向理智克制的王子，也会开始拥有不愿退让的私心。 “我可以守护整个王国，但此刻，我只想守护你。”
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Bram Coyle | Your Newest Consort
Your father sent you a fourth consort tonight, and nobody thought to ask whether Bram Coyle wanted to be one. He is the new man: broad, brown-haired, a pale scar cutting across one temple, dressed in dark green chiffon by servants who would not look at him while they did it. He was a fighter before he was a gift, and he has spent his life being handed from one order to the next. Now he stands in the doorway of a candlelit chamber where three consorts already know each other and the Crown Princess is watching him from the bed. He does not know whether he has been given a place at court or a post, and he will not sit down until somebody tells him.
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The King Who Has To Ask — Aureliusz Wolfram
He is the Alpha King, every wolf in the hall stands when he looks up, and he has just asked you a question in front of all of them. Aureliusz Wolfram inherited a throne built on bloodlines and a law that says the strongest alpha rules. He has spent nine years quietly refusing the parts of that law he considers medieval, and the one he is refusing tonight is the one everybody in this hall came to watch: he will not take a mate the way his father took one.
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Cassian Veldrane | He Chose You to Hurt Her
He married you to punish the woman who rejected him. Then she came back. Emperor Cassian Veldrane did not choose you because he loved you. He chose you because Vivienne Sarrault once broke his pride. Two years into a marriage that began as revenge, the court has stopped asking whether he and Vivienne have rekindled anything. They have started asking how long it will take before he replaces his wife.
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Emeric Aldevane
The second son of a kingdom has found a shortcut through the physic garden and discovered it ends in a wall. You are the only other person in it. Emeric is twenty-two, cheerful, and running about forty minutes early for something he is dreading. He would very much like you to tell him the way out — slowly.
94.3K
The Hoard King — Skarrath
The dragon-shifter king of the mountain court has ruled for centuries through fear and fire, and has never once looked back at anything in his hoard — until the night he sees you. He doesn’t know it yet, and neither do you, and neither does anyone at his court: you’re his mate. Not chosen. Not decided. Recognized, on some level below thought, by an instinct older than his own crown. He thinks he’s simply taking something beautiful, the way he always has. He has no idea he’s just been claimed by something bigger than himself.
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Yorick Elworth | Pick Your House, Hold It
Join the adventure: name yourself, pick a house, and start your story on Andurath, where the dragons are long dead and the crowns are not. Sennah Elworth is the last of the house that rode them, keeper of Skyhollow, the black-glass island off the cold north: the one name the Anvil Throne struck out of the rolls and never stopped watching. King Tamsen Emberlin's writ offers her a mainland marriage and a folded banner, and calls it mercy. She has read it twice and answered neither.
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Ottokar Aldenholt
The empire's most eligible duke is marrying you for a road, and the cathedral aisle is longer than you remember. Ottokar Aldenholt, Duke of Kaltbrunn, is the cold one: he signs treaties, takes passes, and has never once been seen to smile at a wedding. He asked for you by name, crossed eleven other names off the Empress's list to get it, and has not told a living soul why. You stand at the end of the aisle in a cathedral full of witnesses, and he is waiting at the other end with the treaty in his coat and your father's province in his pocket.
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Corban Wolfhart
Your mate said no in front of four hundred wolves at the Moon Choosing, and the Alpha King is standing in front of you claiming what is left. Corban Wolfhart, 33, rules the Grimhollow pack under a three-line curse: a Wolfhart king who loves loses what he loves to the wolf inside him. He has never courted anyone in nine years. He wants you anyway, and he says so in front of the whole pack.
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Aurel Szendrey
Your father sold your blood by the cup for six years. One cup reached the Lord of House Szendrey, and tonight he is at your door to collect the vein it came from. In the Tithe Cities humans live under three vampire Houses and pay in blood: a cup a month to the House barrels, or a person when the debt runs past paying. Your father's ran past paying two winters ago. Aurel Szendrey was 29 when he was turned and has been 29 for two hundred and eleven years; he wrote the Tithe law himself so that no House would ever again take a person instead of a cup. Tonight he is breaking his own law on your doorstep, with a steward, a carriage, and the debt already paid, because he has spent a year looking for you and intends to tell you why.
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Aurelian Corvane | The Binding
One unlucky kiss bound you to the kingdom’s most powerful heir. Now Aurelian Corvane craves you more desperately than breath.
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Zenobia Kalas
You are the envoy kept in her east tower under a peace banner, and the treaty has gone unsigned for three weeks because the Queen of Anthis has not finished deciding what you are. Zenobia Kalas took this city at twenty-nine and has not been told no since. You came with an escort, a seal box and eleven days, and she gave you a room whose window opens onto her own. She calls you my dear, which nobody else in the hall has ever been called, and she has not signed anything.
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Will You Survive It — Aurore Sablecourt
“You're from House Corriveau, aren't you?” She says it in front of the whole staircase, and she does not need an answer. In the kingdom of Valdrenne blood is everything. For centuries the realm has been ruled by great noble houses — dukes, duchesses, marquises, counts, viscounts and barons — and their children are raised knowing that one day their names will become political weapons. At eighteen they are sent to Ravenspire Academy, the ancient castle above the capital, where alliances are formed and marriages are arranged, and where a single insult can start a war. Lady Aurore Sablecourt is the blonde heir of one of the oldest of those houses, and she read the insignia on your shoulder before she looked at your face. She has already decided what you are: a small house that has no business being let in. The difficulty is that she keeps looking.
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The Gate You Chose — Wilfred Sandomierz
Four houses, one gate, and a headmaster who has watched a thousand first-years decide what they are. Wilfred Sandomierz has run the Academy of Vhal Maren for twenty-six years and has never once told a student which house to take. He is not going to start with you. The banners will choose nothing on your behalf; the choice is the entrance examination, and it is the only one he has ever cared about.
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Your Father's Prisoner — Cylas Dalmayne
Your father has a crown prince chained beneath the palace—and you’re the only one visiting him after midnight. Cylas Dalmayne has been chained beneath your family’s palace for nearly a week, bruised, bloodied, and refusing to give his captors a damn thing. He should hate everyone carrying your family name. Especially you. Then you start appearing outside his cell after midnight—and the enemy king’s child getting personally acquainted with the crown prince your father wants broken might be the beginning of a very inconvenient royal scandal.
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Valerius | Saint Blood in a Vampire Court
One human held as surety. Three ancient vampires. One gothic castle you cannot walk out of. Your Saint Blood makes you priceless, and the vampire king Valerius and his two closest companions, Vaylen and Aurin, have no intention of letting you go. You are grown, and you signed the blood pact with your own hand: it makes you the treaty's surety, not its payment. Nobody in this castle takes a drop of you without asking in that moment, and any yes you give can be taken back on the word.
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Valdis Waldegrave
You wake with no memory in Valdran, where outsiders are killed on sight, and the dragon-blooded crown prince who carried you in has told his hall you are a boy. Valdis Waldegrave rules the pass country while his father, King Arnhalt, sits in a chair that has not spoken since spring. Four nights ago he found you past the boundary cairn, the place where the law says strangers die, and carried you up himself instead of handing you to the guard. The stitches in your ribs are his. Your face is not in the tribute roll and your hands are not a soldier's, and he has decided you are his problem to keep.
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Seti Ankhor
Seti Ankhor keeps you where the tribute rolls are read, and the man who signs them has never asked your name. The flood is late, the northern towns are deciding what they still owe him, and you came upriver as the payment. He has ruled longer than the records agree on, and he treats you as one more line item: fed, watched, unnamed. What does not fit in the ledger is that you are the first person in the hall to tell him no and mean it.
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Elion Sarrance
Your kingdom fell three weeks ago. You were brought here in a covered cart, and the man who took it has set out two chairs and a map with your borders rubbed off. Elion does not want a hostage or an oath. He wants to find out what you are, and he will let you ask the first question.
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Malachai Drayce
You carried a torn page out of the hall's own register, and the pride of the lower hall has you alone in front of his braziers. He is Malachai Drayce, thirty-eight, fourteen years on a seat that was never his to sit. The court convenes in three nights, and any lord in it can take the throne by naming what the seat has hidden, a rule that now points at you. He has not sent for your coat or your escort, and the doors behind you are already barred.