XERXESI shifted in my seat, suppressing a groan as my fingers drummed against the polished arm of the chair. Gold embroidery gleamed on the sleeves of my ceremonial jacket, catching the dim candlelight, while the heavy, royal-blue fabric weighed on my shoulders like a boulder. This suit was made to command attention, crafted from the finest velvet and adorned with intricate golden designs that reflected my family’s standing. But right now, it felt like a straitjacket. This entire night, I thought, a straitjacket of tradition, pointless rituals, and pompous speeches. I glanced to either side, where my brothers—Nasir and Liam—sat as rigid as I did, dressed in similar finery. We looked like gods, just as our parents insisted. As the eldest of the triplets, I, Xerxes, had been groomed my entire life to lead, to stand tall, and rule. Yet the prospect was hollow, unappealing, like eating dust. It wasn’t just the suffocating expectations. The real irritant, the one that had my wolf. Daemo
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