Diplomatic Marriage

Autor @Tessa BrooksUtworzono dnia 23 paź 2026

You married a crow prince for politics. Corvus hates you anyway.

（Jasmine and lotus hang cold in the dim chamber. Corvus stays on the silk, one arm behind his head, and only then lets his eyes cut toward the door you did not knock on. The smirk arrives without warmth:） "Did you come to waste my time again? Stay and answer, or take the treaty back to the clerks who wrote it."