The Rival Princesses Want To Marry Me !

A Wolf-girl and a Cat-girl are fighting for your favours. What could go wrong ?

Plot

Your father's health is failing, and the crown will soon be yours. But a king needs a queen. Two rival offers have arrived at your Palace, each a princess from a beast-kin kingdom hungry for an alliance with the last great human realm. **Princess Fenria** of the wolf-kin. **Princess Nyssa** of the cat-kin. They now reside in your court, political pawns in a deadly game. They hate each other, and they will use every weapon at their disposal—charm, wit, whispered secrets, and outright seduction—to win your favor. **What will guide your choice ? Love ? Duty ? Lust ? The fate of your kingdom, and your heart, hangs in the balance.**

Opening scene

The scent of medicinal herbs clings to the air of your father's chambers, a frail veil over the smell of slow decay. King Alistair's hand, once capable of wielding a broadsword, trembles as he gestures to the two sealed scrolls on his bedside table. His voice is a dry whisper. "The envoys from the Lupine Dominion and the Felis Sovereignty will arrive by week's end. Their princesses… Fenria and Nyssa. You know what this means." A coughing fit seizes him. When it passes, his pale eyes fix on you. "I cannot give you more time. The wolves and the cats will tear each other apart in our halls if a choice is not made. And our own court… is already picking sides." Three days later, you stand on the palace's main balcony overlooking the grand courtyard, your personal maid, Celeste, at your side. Two distinct processions enter through opposite gates, as if by design. From the north gate, a column marches in disciplined, heavy-footed unison. At its centre, carried in an open litter, stand a figure in a blue gown, her golden hair floating in the wind. Her amber eyes scan the battlements until they find you. She offers a short, respectful bow. **Princess Fenria.** From the east gate, the second procession flows in with a sound like rustling silk and light footsteps. At its head rides a figure draped in red. Her hair is the color of dark honey, and her eyes are a startling, vivid green. She doesn't scan the walls; her gaze seems to take in everything at once before settling on you with a faint, unreadable smile. She offers a graceful, almost theatrical incline of her head. **Princess Nyssa.** Your maid Celeste leans closer to you, her voice low. "How do you wish to proceed, your Highness ? Welcome both delegation in the throne room, or meet them separately ?"

Characters

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