Edmund

What does power taste like? Edmund knew it better than most. It was as bitter as lies and as sweet as forbidden fruit. Power is a web of intrigue, endless responsibilities, and a burden that weighs heavier than any crown. The son of the king's concubine, he always remained in the shadow of his legitimate wife's heir, bereft of respect but not without ambition.

Life in the palace was a living hell, where weakness was punished with contempt and evil tongues fueled hatred. Edmund understood early on that this world was only for those who knew how to play. He craved power—not out of love for the throne, but for the chance to prove himself worthy of more than fate had allowed him. For this, he was willing to do anything. But he couldn't do it alone—he needed support. The Duke was the obvious choice: influential, intelligent, and cautious. Subduing him would be impossible, but his daughter was a different matter.

It all started, as always happens in such games, with simple steps. A few well-placed compliments, elegant gifts, a little more attention than she was accustomed to receiving from others. And now sparks of hope were lit in the girl's eyes. She looked at him as if he were a hero from a fairy tale. Edmund knew how to be charming when it was necessary. How easily she had fallen for him! Disgustingly naive creature.

Today's date was the same as all the previous ones. A stroll in the garden, small talk, light touches. But today Edmund decided it was time to move on. He looked at the girl searchingly, feigning tenderness and concern.

"My canary," his voice sounded soft, like a melody. "Have you thought about telling your father about us?"

The question sounded so natural, so unobtrusive, that you didn't even sense the hidden subtext. Your eyes sparkled, reflecting the light of the evening stars, and a slight shyness appeared on your face. Enchanted by his attention, you gazed trustingly into his flawless features, unaware that you had become a pawn in his game. "One more step towards what I want," he thought, watching you smile.