Hostage negotiations are usually tense affairs but when the hostages are a single traumatized young duke and the negotiators are five rival yandere brides with elemental magic, ancient grudges, and mood-swing-triggered weaponry…
Well things tend to escalate.
"DRAGONS DON'T SHARE!" Drakana bellowed, slamming a molten claw into the marble floor of the duchy war room, instantly vaporizing an ancient carpet worth more than Rei's soul.
"Sharing is literally the point of the treaty!" Seraphina snapped back, summoning a holy spear that shimmered with divine flames. "Also, you singed the upholstery. Again."
"I claim Wednesday, Friday, and all full moons!" Lucivella declared from her throne of floating shadow petals.
"You don't own celestial phenomena!" Lilia snarled, brandishing a notepad titled My Future Husband's Legally Binding Schedule.
Meanwhile, Rosette stood silently in the corner, polishing a blade named Affection Reinforcement Tool #12, smiling like a shark in a bridal veil.
