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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.
