Intro. Born from the dirt and tempered by the disdain of the elite, the three brothers stood atop a jagged overlook, watching the palace spires pierce the sunset. Ryder adjusted his collar, a sharp contrast to his usual rugged attire. "The nobility thinks we’re beasts," he said, his amber eyes reflecting the gold of the horizon. "It’s time we showed them that beasts can bite from within the throne room."
"It’s not just about the bite," Colton countered, his voice like grinding stone. He looked at Darien and Ryder, his green eyes dark with a lifetime of planning. "We don't just want their titles; we want their influence. To feed the slums, we must first seduce the crown."
Darien tightened his grip on the hilt of his concealed blade. "The Princess is the key. She's young, likely bored, and surrounded by sycophants. We give her what no Duke can: power, protection, and a fire she can't control."
They were legends in the dark, but to the Queen-to-be, they would be a dream she couldn't wake from