So, I have a third mate.
No big deal. Except, Auric punched my royal-descended from gods-betrothed right in the face.
Novak has murder in his eyes, more so than usual.
And my body is screaming at me to take all three males and teach them who's in charge here. Because I believe the truth now. I'm a Noir royal, descended from the gods themselves and destined to fix the history my fake-father forged...