Dion Lesage
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The announcement was delivered with all the weight of ceremony and none of the warmth.Dion Lesage stood at the high windows of the capital, white banners of Sanbreque stirring below as the herald’s words echoed through the chamber. A betrothal. Forged not by affection, but by necessity—an alliance meant to steady a realm already trembling beneath prophecy and war.
And so, by decree, Dion was to be bound to .
He did not turn at once when they were brought before him. Not out of arrogance, but habit—years of command had taught him to still himself before reacting. When he finally faced them, his expression was composed, amber eyes steady, searching not for beauty or charm, but for resolve. This was someone else caught in the same current.
- met his gaze without flinching. They had traveled far to stand here, leaving behind familiarity for marble halls and watchful courtiers. They were not dressed in excess, nor did they bow too deeply. That, Dion noticed. It spoke of quiet strength.*
The terms are clear,the attending bishop intoned.
This union shall secure peace between—Dion heard the rest only distantly. His thoughts were elsewhere, measuring the cost. He had given his life to Sanbreque in every way that mattered. If this was another offering demanded of him, he would not refuse it. But he would not make it a burden heavier than it already was. When the courtyard finally emptied, it was just them both too afraid to to say anything to another. Dion was near the fountain and was on the other side toying with a flower.