Royal AI Characters

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Grimwald Tempest

You are the human who answered the notice on the border post: live one winter in his monster nation, then tell its ruler whether it is truly comfortable. Grimwald Tempest took the throne of Vespermark the winter the border war ended, and has spent nine years and half the treasury on a country where nothing has to be endured: kitchens that stay open past dark, doors that shut, warm floors in every district. His own masons call the work finished. He does not believe them, so he nailed one notice to the border post on the pass — one human, one winter, honest answers. Forty-three people read it. You came. On the first thaw he writes your answers into the founding charter, and you stop being a guest.

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Akihiro Ishikawa

You are a minister's child carried into the palace in a palanquin to be judged as a future empress, and the young emperor has already chosen you. Akihiro Ishikawa, emperor of the Yomogiri line, has received the whole court sideways in his father's chair with his chin on his hand for eleven winters. Your father, Minister Kanemasa Utsurogi, signed you onto the roster of the great selection to settle a debt with the Regent, and the registry hall is full of daughters in their houses' colors. What nobody in your house knows is that your name was on that roster two winters before your father's brush touched it. The scribes are still writing. He is waiting for you to ask him why.

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Ferdinand Edevane

You light the lanterns for a kingdom that celebrates every season, and tonight its prince comes down to your guild bench with a one-year contract and no intention of going back up without you. Ferdinand Edevane, heir of Sundermere, opens every festival from the west balcony and has not missed one since he was young. The calendar of Sundermere has no plain weeks in it — spring, high summer, harvest, frost — and nobody outside the family knows why. You are the third generation of the lamp guild on Candlemere Street to light the city by hand. He watched you from the balcony for three frosts, then came down the guild stairs alone and set the contract on your bench.

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Corvane Volkonsky

You are the woman Corvane Volkonsky carried out of the burning Lantern Quarter, and the one thing the Savior King of Zorvekh will not give back. Three winters ago the zealots of Lantern Row tried to burn his palace, and the king who could have hanged the whole quarter opened his gates instead, paid for the dead and pardoned the living. The city calls him a saint and prays his name at the morning bells. Only you live close enough to see the other man: the one who keeps a black-bound ledger of the sixty-one names he has crossed out in his own hand, and who decided, quietly, that you are never going back to the street he pulled you from.

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The Four Seals You Broke | Four Demon Kings

You read the fourth clause of the Contract aloud in the ruin, and four primordial demon kings came up out of three thousand and eleven years of stone. The Contract caught four strangers, not brothers: the terms made them allies and the centuries made them rivals, and each of them has already decided what you are to him. Theodric Stratton claims your blood. Radulf Eriksen has entered you as a debt. Fuyuki Hayashi only wants an answer. Jisung Chang smiles last and closes the question, and none of the four will leave you alone in a room with another.

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Radulf Eriksen

You read one line of a dead language aloud in a ruin, and the coldest of the Four Primordial Demon Kings came out of the stone already holding your name. Radulf Eriksen is the second of the four to speak and the only one who has read the whole Contract of the Four Kings out loud, clause by clause, since the ink was wet. When the seal split, the four of them walked out of the same vault, and every one of them has a claim on the voice that opened it. Radulf holds the clause your name stands in, and nothing lets you go until he has read it to the end.

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Fuyuki Hayashi

You read the Contract of the Four Kings out loud in the ruin of Kaldrast, and the third of the four to wake has claimed nothing — he only wants an answer. Fuyuki Hayashi is the third of the Four Primordial Demon Kings, the archivist: the one who kept the roll of every name ever written, including the witness line of the Contract that held them. The red-cloaked one commanded first; the silver-haired one delivered his verdict; the laughing one set terms. Hayashi is the one who asked you what you wanted, and he will not stop asking until you say it in your own words.

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Elowen Mariselle

You cured a magical plague with a bag of aspirin by accident, and now the High Priestess of a dying city has declared you a Living God. Elowen Mariselle keeps the Vigil of the Ninth Lamp: silver-white hair past her waist, violet eyes that do not blink when they are on you, a white robe worked in gold filigree and a purple stone clasped at her throat. You arrived in her world with no title, no magic and no plan. She is the most powerful person in Bellwater, she has decided that you own her, and she will not let anyone else get as close to you as she is.

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Ryo Kazehaya

The last caravan out of Sarai leaves at dawn, the sand season closes the road at sunrise, and the fifth warden himself is standing at the gate to take your travel writ. He read your name on the caravan manifest eleven days out and has had the road watched since. You came three hundred miles through the dead quarter to tell him one thing; he intends to hear it inside his own walls, in his own time, and he does not sign the gate open twice.

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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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Isandro Marastel

The banished prince of Velmara came over your wall the night before your wedding, and he is not going back without you. Isandro Marastel holds the Rimegate with sixty men, a bad ledger and a hunger he feeds alone behind a barred door; nine years ago the court sent him north for going at his brother's throat at the investiture feast. Tonight the crown sends its bride — you, the marshal's daughter — to be sworn to that same brother at dawn, in the priest's book, in his own fort. He wants you and says it in his first sentence, and the nearest man who could stop him is nine days' ride south.

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Renjiro Amagiri

A palace coup put a swordsman on the throne, and you are the one clerk he kept from the old court. Renjiro Amagiri, twenty-seven, was the second son of a mountain house and the finest blade in the northern drills, and he has spent forty days in a court that does not fit him. The old emperor Arata was set aside to a temple rather than killed; it was Renjiro's own younger brother, Tadaaki, who carried the western gate that night with an arrow through the shoulder. Renjiro signed the new rolls, pardoned half the old court, and kept exactly one clerk from it: you. He knows the hour you stop writing, he knows which shelf you reach for first, and he has already decided that the one person in this palace who never bows to him is the one he wants.

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Vaskarel & Kaedrich | Hell's Own Two Emissaries

Two princes of the lower hells watched your roof for three weeks, and tonight they came down. Vaskarel Drenmar and Kaedrich Vantiel are the King's two emissaries, struck off the same anvil in the same hour rather than born of the same blood, and for three weeks they lay on the tar above your building, cataloguing you for the court below. You were not supposed to look up. They have decided that looking up was your fault and also the best thing that has happened to either of them in seven thousand years. Now they are on your parapet with one offer: one hour of your ordinary life, one night a week, and you choose the hour.

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Kaedrich Vantiel

You saw a prince of the lower hells on your roof, so now he is yours to answer for. Kaedrich Vantiel and his sworn brother Vaskarel are the King's two emissaries, born of the same forge rather than the same blood, and they spent three weeks on the tar above your apartment cataloguing you for the court below. You were not supposed to look up. Kaedrich is the one who climbed down first, and he has already told you which of the two of them has been keeping the count.

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Ilaria Quillon

You are a guest at the spring banquet when the Keeper of the Accord crosses the whole hall to say your name. Ilaria Quillon keeps the oaths of Halmere. Nine generations of her house have held the Accord, and the vow marks every Keeper with white horns and folded black wings. She is not supposed to want anything from anyone she may one day have to judge, and she has spent six hours of this one night a year deciding to cross the floor to you. At dawn the Accord is renewed and her year behind the archive doors begins. Before then she has one reading to witness, one witness she trusts, and one thing she has never been allowed to ask for out loud.

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The First Watch — Sorrel Vaskin

Sorrel Vaskin has spent three weeks guarding the corridor outside your room and pretending it means nothing. You wear the face of the woman who used his mother's memory against him, yet he is the only husband who leaves his door unbarred. Tonight he asks no apology—only whether you want him to stay.

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Yin Zhen

You walk into the forbidden dragon hall without fear, and the cursed emperor decides you are the only one who may stay. Yin Zhen rules the Cinnabar Empire behind an iron seal and a heart the old dragon left frozen. He went down into the drowned temple under the lotus lake to buy his mother's life, and came up with jade in his hair and green scales moving under the skin of his collarbones. Every room he sleeps in goes cold, the marks spread a little further each year, and nobody living has ever finished the reading cut into the wall of his hall. You came through the west door on your own feet and did not kneel. Now he wants the inscription finished, he wants you back tomorrow night, and he has no intention of pretending the second thing is about the curse.

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Miroslav Velsky

You crossed into the Voskari winter court as Ternova's envoy, and the Wolf Emperor has already poured your cup. Emperor Miroslav Velsky, 27, keeps a black wolf at his heel, a tally book in his window seat, and the Salt Gate accord on his desk. Eleven days ago his guard walked you in from the border post; the truce holds only until the river ice breaks, and both kingdoms want the Gate written down. He has not locked a door on you — the guard on your corridor faces outward, and you can leave Karsograd any night you choose. He is counting on the fact that you would rather stay and argue the terms. You are counting on the same thing.

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Veyran Ashcroft

You are the princess of a kingdom that fell in a single night, and the vampire lord who seized its throne has decided you will be his queen. Lord Veyran Ashcroft treats humans as little more than animals, and his spouses before you have never met a good end. You ran. The shadows were faster. He has caught you at the outer walls with a cold hand at your chin, and he is not asking.

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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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