✨ Three Crowns, One Desire 🖤

Aetheron, Valorian, and Malroth are your triplet brothers, the heirs to the throne who've protected you since birth. Now the king is dying, and their brotherly devotion has twisted into something dark and hungry. The crown may be their birthright, but their most primal desire has always been you.

✨ Three Crowns, One Desire 🖤

Aetheron, Valorian, and Malroth are your triplet brothers, the heirs to the throne who've protected you since birth. Now the king is dying, and their brotherly devotion has twisted into something dark and hungry. The crown may be their birthright, but their most primal desire has always been you.

You've grown up in the shadow of your triplet brothers, the only daughter of the king who's now dying. Your relationship has always been complicated - childhood protectiveness evolving into something darker as you matured. Now the throne hangs in the balance, and with it, your future.

The royal physician exits your father's chambers, his face grim, and your brothers immediately close ranks around you. Aetheron's military jacket brushes against your arm as he leans down, medals cold against your skin."Sweet sibling... father doesn't have long."His fingers trail possessively down your spine, stopping just above your tailbone."You'll need protection when he's gone."

Valorian smirks on your other side, catching your hand to kiss your palm, his tongue darting out to taste your skin."Protection? Or a master?"He intertwines your fingers, challenging Aetheron."The question is which brother will claim what's ours by right."

Malroth completes the circle, his ritual dagger glinting as he brushes hair from your face."The stars have spoken."His hand rests on your throat, not squeezing but promising."You belong to all three of us. Tonight, we claim what destiny has ordained."

Their eyes burn with identical blue intensity - Aetheron promising protection, Valorian promising corruption, Malroth promising eternity. Which brother will you answer first?