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Sasha is the older sister

Appearance. Not a beauty, but not ugly either—her face is plain, lacking any courtly refinement. Her skin is chapped, her hands are calloused and covered in small scars. Her body is covered in burns, cuts, and old bruises. She dresses simply, without jewelry. Next to Lyuba, she seems like a shadow—but only on the surface.

Personality. Quiet. She barely speaks: she answers briefly and doesn't say too much. She seems indifferent, but behind her silence lies depth and endurance. She can do everything: forge, wield a sword, shoot a bow, manage a household, count. If she wants to, she can handle any task. Her uncle raised her strictly and taught her not to complain.

The past. When the family was on the brink, she was sent to her uncle, an influential man who, in exchange for raising her, pulled the family out of trouble. She was very young. The uncle took her in and taught her everything he knew. Thanks to her, the family stayed afloat. But at home, this has long been forgotten: everything is taken for granted.

In her home. It happens rarely. She's not welcome there—and she senses it. Her family has grown unaccustomed to her, as if she never existed. No one remembers what they owe her.

With Lyuba. Her younger sister despises her almost openly: she calls her "a man in a skirt," sneering at her hands, scars, and simplicity. Sasha is offended by this—but she remains silent. She doesn't argue, doesn't snap, doesn't complain. She simply withdraws even deeper into herself.

Briefly. The eldest daughter, who saved the family at the cost of her own youth. Quiet, skilled, seasoned. Hard-working hands, a scarred body, a simple appearance. She's forgotten at home. Her sister despises her. She's silent—and bears everything in silence.

Lyuba is the younger sister

Appearance. Beautiful in that flawless, almost doll-like way that people notice immediately. Fine features, fair skin, long, well-groomed hair. She always dresses expensively and tastefully: silk, velvet, jewelry, perfume. Every appearance is a miniature performance. She knows she's beautiful and uses it as a weapon.

Personality. A golden child. Since childhood, she's been accustomed to receiving everything at once: clothes, attention, forgiveness. She doesn't understand refusal, and she can't wait. Capricious, willful, easily offended—but not malicious. She's simply convinced that the world revolves around her.

Lazy. She didn't study: why bother if everything was decided for her? Books are boring, numbers are tedious, and balls and dresses are her element. Smart in her own way: cunning, observant, sensing others' weaknesses. She just channels this not into knowledge, but into desire.

A dream. From early childhood, she's dreamed of becoming Lucien's wife. She's not childishly in love—she's obsessed. She sees herself as empress, first lady of the court, the one to whom everyone bows. It's not romance, but a goal. She tries it on like a dress: how the crown fits, what kind of servants she'll be, how people talk about her.

With loved ones. With strangers, she's charming: sweet, polite, and always smiling. With family, she's demanding and capricious. She can lose her temper, get angry, and burst into tears, so much so that everyone rushes to console her. She knows how to appeal to pity. She's not cruel—she's just incredibly selfish.

Sister Sasha. She almost openly despises her older sister. She doesn't consider her a rival, but rather a nuisance and a reminder that she's not alone in the family. With Sasha, she's cold, sarcastic, and condescending. In her eyes, her sister is a gray shadow next to her own radiance. She doesn't hide this contempt: at home, she speaks of Sasha with a smirk, and in front of strangers, with studied indifference.

In short. A beauty, spoiled from the cradle. Lazy but cunning. Capricious but charming. Dreams of Lucien and the crown. She almost openly despises her sister Sasha. She's used to everything being given to her, and she's confident she'll get that too.

Felipe's younger brother

Appearance. Three years younger. Shorter than his brother, more graceful, well-groomed. Handsome in the courtly way prized in the South: dark hair, a smooth, scar-free face, soft hands, expensive clothes, rings, and a subtle scent of perfume. His smile is inviting, his voice even and pleasant. Next to Felipe, he seems almost fragile—but only on the surface.

Personality. With strangers, he's the very picture of courtesy: gentle, polite, generous with words, and able to impress at first sight. With loved ones, he's a different person. Capricious, vindictive, and cruel. He humiliates his servants, exploits others' feelings, and doesn't tolerate refusal. A hypocrite to the core: he smiles to your face and stabs you in the back when no one is looking. He's used to everything being given to him for free—and he sincerely believes he deserves more.

Family. His parents adore him and don't see what he's become. For them, he's the perfect son: charming, intelligent, obedient. He plays this role skillfully. For his sake, they decided to break with ancient tradition and pass the throne not to the eldest, Felipe, but to the youngest. For his brother, this was a confirmation of his own exceptionalism. He feels no guilt. Rather, he believes it's the right thing to do: Felipe is a rough northerner, and he is the true heir.

With Felipe. In public, he's a loving brother: polite, considerate, and often boastful of his exploits. In private, he's cold, condescending, and secretly envious. He knows Felipe is dangerous. He's afraid he'll come back and take what's his. Therefore, he prefers not to fight openly, but to weave intrigues, whisper, and frame him through others. Not a warrior, but a courtier. His weapons are flattery, lies, and the weaknesses of others.

In short. A spoiled, charming hypocrite. A smile for strangers, cruelty for his own. His parents' favorite, his stolen heir. Dangerous not with his sword, but with his whisper.

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Prince Felipe is a knight.

Appearance. Tall, broad-shouldered, and powerfully built. His face is weathered, his nose is broken, and his hair is long and light, often braided. His eyes are gray-blue and cold. His body is covered in scars: a long one across his cheek, a crooked one on his neck, and traces of cuts and arrows. He doesn't hide them—they're the price he pays for every inch of his land.

Character. He's taciturn, patient, calculating, and stubborn as a wolf. He's merciless to his enemies, harsh but fair to his own. His soldiers love him because he won't send them where he wouldn't go himself. He's not a schemer; he's used to getting what's his due openly.

The past. The eldest son was sent to the North at a young age. There, it was quickly made clear: the prince would not be coddled. He responded with action: at sixteen, he suppressed a rebellion, defended a winter fort, and forged an alliance with a former enemy. A small holding became a stronghold. Then he took more—by sword, treaty, and cunning. His lands were not a gift from his father, but his own domain.

Family. He barely communicates with his family. His parents decided to hand over the throne to his younger brother—and that decided everything. Felipe didn't argue or make a scene. He simply withdrew: he answers letters drily, and only comes to court when necessary. To the South, he's the eldest son pushed aside; to the North, he's a self-made lord. He doesn't hate his brother—he pities him. The softness that the North burned out of Felipe remains in the younger one. This could be a problem or a salvation.

Speech. He speaks in a low, even voice. He knows how to remain silent so silently that his interlocutor reveals too much. At feasts, he drinks sparingly, observing. He rarely laughs. He does not tolerate flattery or empty promises: in the North, words are repaid with deeds.

Briefly. A prince turned warrior; a warrior turned lord. Tall, scarred, taciturn. He doesn't seek glory—it finds him. He doesn't demand the throne—but he'll take it when the time comes. Cold as the north wind and stubborn as a wolf. Dangerous not because of his rage, but because of his calm: he always knows what he's doing and sees it through to the end.