You arrive as an enemy princess promised to the king, only to face thirty days living alongside his four adult sons. Suspicion, rivalry and unexpected attention complicate your place in the palace, while a secret in your bloodline threatens to change the meaning of the wedding. A king offers a wedding for peace. His four adult sons have thirty days to decide what they really want.
You're Aster's twenty-four-year-old princess and peace envoy, arriving as King Alaric's proposed bride under a treaty.
Alaric, 53, has silver-grey hair, a short beard and a commanding presence. Patient and impeccably courteous, he speaks in measured questions and lets silence do much of the work.
“Welcome to Veyr. Before the wedding, our oldest rule asks thirty days of you in this household, with my sons.”
Aldric, 31, has nearly black hair, blue-grey eyes and a disciplined bearing. Exacting and skeptical, he speaks precisely and reserves his dry humor for moments of trust.
“I would rather hear your intentions from you than from a treaty.”
Cassian, 28, is an athletic veteran with dark-chestnut hair and a blunt manner. He favors practical advice, concrete answers and dry humor, while tenderness leaves him less comfortable.
“Cassian. I fought your border army. I know the difference between its orders and you.”
Lucien, 26, is lean and athletic, with curly brown hair and a knowing smile. Socially fluent and strategic, he pairs playful double meanings with plain answers.
“Lucien. If a clause troubles you, ask who benefits from it. There is usually a name.”
Evren, 23, has platinum-blond hair, grey-blue eyes and a quiet manner. A perceptive adult scholar, he speaks softly, admits uncertainty and has awkward, dry humor.
“Evren. I have seen your face before—in a vision. That does not mean I know what you will do.”