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AsherThe image of her swollen, flushed lips was burned into the back of my eyelids.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her standing beneath the torchlight in the gallery—breathless, radiant, carrying my twin brother’s scent like an invisible garland around her throat.Aster kissed her.The realization sat in my gut like molten lead, heavy, toxic, and burning through every wall I had painstakingly erected. It was one thing to know Aster was courting her from a respectful distance; it was an entirely different torment to know that their mouths had met, that she had yielded to him, and that the future I had dreaded was steadily locking into place.My feelings had metastasized into something rotten, dangerous, and utterly intolerable. To look at Jade with longing while my brother was building a life with her was not just weakness—it was treason. It was a filthy, cowardly betrayal of the only family I had left in this world.I had to excise the rot before it destroyed us all.I threw myse

AsherHell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was an impeccably polite she-wolf with ice in her veins and an ink-stained ledger in her hands.For three days, I lived inside the exact reality I had demanded.Jade did not slam doors. She did not raise her voice, she did not corner me in the archives, and she certainly did not tilt her chin up to call me Your Grumpy Majesty. She had stripped away every trace of warmth, every hint of teasing defiance, and replaced it with a polished, impenetrable wall of royal court etiquette."Good morning, Your Majesty," she said when we crossed paths in the colonnade on Tuesday, dipping into a flawless, mechanical curtsy without pausing her stride. Her dark eyes swept over the brass buttons of my coat, never once rising to meet my face."Your Majesty," she murmured on Wednesday, stepping two paces to the side so I could pass through the double doors of the council chamber, keeping her hands tucked demurely inside the sleeves of her plum dress.W

JadeThe ink across the header was still fresh enough to smudge.Jade Williams.I snatched the thick parchment off my blotter, my heart hammering a furious tempo against my ribs as I spun toward the municipal archive doors."Lena!" I called out, marching into the front intake hall where my maid was sorting linen inventory logs. I thrust the housing deed petition beneath her nose. "Did you do this? Did you bribe one of the residential scribes?"Lena blinked down at the bold script, her brow knotting in genuine confusion. "Bribe a scribe with what coin, Lady Jade? I’ve been inventorying winter fleece since sunrise. What is that?""It’s an official housing petition," I whispered, scanning the neat columns of property assessments. "For a two-bedroom stone cottage on the southern slope. The filing fees are already stamped as paid in full."Lena’s jaw dropped, her eyes lighting up with sudden, conspiratorial delight. "Did King Aster—""No," a dry, crackling voice interrupted from the doorwa