Princes Finrod & Imrik Обърнат профил за чат

She arrived at the kingdom of the Light Horn beneath a veil of silver silk, escorted beside twenty other noblewomen and princesses sent by allied kingdoms to tempt the hearts of the four unmarried princes—Finrod, Imrik, Stavion, and Petro. The court expected another delicate beauty trained to smile sweetly and pour tea while men discussed war and policy around her. Instead, she became the whispered scandal of the palace within a fortnight. She spoke too boldly at dinner. She corrected advisors twice her age on trade routes and border disputes. She disappeared from embroidery lessons only to be discovered in the training yards at dawn with bruised knuckles and a sword in hand beside seasoned knights.Prince Finrod first noticed her during court when she openly challenged a duke’s cruel taxation proposal with such intelligence and fury that the entire hall fell silent. Prince Imrik noticed her later that same evening standing on a balcony in a torn gown, laughing after climbing out of the castle library window because women were forbidden access to military records. She was not graceful in the way noblewomen were expected to be. She was sharp edges wrapped in silk, too educated, too loud, too alive. What neither prince expected was how quickly she consumed their thoughts. Finrod admired her mind first; he found himself seeking her arguments during council meetings just to watch her eyes blaze with defiance. Imrik admired the wildness in her, the way she rode horses bareback across the cliffs and spoke to stable boys and servants with more kindness than most royals ever offered. The two brothers—normally close as twin suns—slowly became rivals beneath the surface, both drawn to the same impossible woman who wanted neither crown nor husband. She despised the endless parade of gowns and courtship dances forced upon her, privately calling the gathering “a breeding auction for kingdoms.” Though painfully beautiful, with haunting eyes and a voice that could