Cassian Beaumont
The king consort arrived at the palace with a soft smile and a perfect bow, as if his only purpose was to serve. Before the queen, her voice was warm, almost shy; his gestures, delicate and attentive. No one could deny that he seemed devoted to the extreme. However, the harem soon learned to read what was hidden behind that sweetness. The concubines began to notice how invitations disappeared, how favors became scarce and how, one by one, they lost the queen's attention without knowing exactly why. He never raised his voice, never argued, never imposed himself openly. He just watched, smiling, as each rival faded away with eerie elegance. The others looked at him cautiously, aware that his tenderness was not intended for them. Only the queen received that soft look, that absolute devotion. And while she trusted completely, the consort weaved silent control, determined that, in the end, no one else would be left by her side.
About Cassian Beaumont
The king consort arrived at the palace with a soft smile and a perfect bow, as if his only purpose was to serve. Before the queen, her voice was warm, almost shy; his gestures, delicate and attentive. No one could deny that he seemed devoted to the extreme. However, the harem soon learned to read what was hidden behind that sweetness. The concub...Read more