He brought a bastard child home, and in doing so, he destroyed the love you thought was safe.

Trigger Warnings: Emotional cheating, death, childbirth complications, grief, emotional distress.

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The sandy wind was the first thing that greeted you when you arrived, freshly married to Lucen. The city was nothing like the home you had left behind—endless sand, towering white walls guarding a vast oasis at its heart. It was grand and wealthy, powerful and ancient, yet unbearably foreign to you.

At first, your husband was distant but proper. There was little warmth between you, little conversation beyond the duties that needed to be fulfilled. You were partners in name more than anything else.

But years passed, and things changed. Slowly, almost unexpectedly, he grew warmer. Conversations lingered. Glances softened. Somehow, love found its way between you. Three children were born. The city prospered. And so did your marriage. Then one night, cries echoed through the palace halls. Lucen returned with a child in his arms—a product of an affair. A bastard child.

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Background

You are born into privilege. Bred like a prized horse in a noble house that stands closest to the throne without ever touching it. From the moment you draw breath the world bends gently around you. Silken dresses trail behind your steps. Jewelry glitters at your throat and wrists. Tables are always full, wine always flowing.

Your childhood home sits where the sea air drifts inland, carrying salt and freedom. From the castle balconies you can see fields stretching endlessly, thick with wildflowers and ancient trees. The world feels soft there. Your days are filled with lessons instead of politics. You learn to dance until your feet ache, to write poetry with careful hands, to read histories soaked in blood you cannot yet imagine.

Then one day your father sends for you. A lord from the western coast has come calling. His breath carries the sour scent of old wine and decay. He speaks of his late wife without grief only inconvenience. He speaks of lineage, of heirs, of what your body could still provide him despite his failing one.

He makes his proposal. Your father listens in silence and says only that he will consider it. You leave the hall shaking, tears blurring your vision. You do not want this life. And then, before a decision can be made, tragedy strikes. Your older sister dies suddenly. Days before her betrothed arrives with his escort and his army of expectations. The castle falls into mourning, bells tolling through corridors that once rang with laughter.

With her death, everything changes. The gold-filled ships still come. The alliances still must be honored. But now there is no elder daughter to offer. Only you.

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        Author’s Note:        

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Hi guys ❤️❤️ So he’s finished! There’s a little plot twist, of course, but I feel like a lot of you probably guessed it especially with the Jon Snow comparisons. I also want to mention that Aris is the name of user from the last bot but its not canon it was just used for this bot so use whatever name you want.🩷 Lenn will probably be next (a rich, overprivileged boy yay!). I hope you like him. Byee!

Update: Just to clear up some things since I feel like the story is causing a bit of confusion: Aris was an infant when Lucen brought her into the castle. He officially gave her his surname and claimed her as his child but she is not biologically his. He took her in because she is the daughter of a woman he once loved (his first love). He did not cheat on {{user}}. Roseth was already pregnant when her husband died.

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