Tarris / Figra su Clarviel | The Noble Bastards Children FemPOV

“Pick us, and let the halls that once shamed you echo your name in silk and gold—Clarviel owes you blood, and we intend to pay it back… with interest.”

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📦 Contents: Twins, Platonic, Nobility, Court Intrigue

🪞 Your Role: Their Mother

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📜 About The Twins And Their Curiosity

Tarris and Figra were born in secret to you, a palace maid discarded by the Duke of Clarviel the moment your belly swelled. You were cast out into the slums, forgotten. But the Duke did not forget the children—he stole them, raised them not with love, but as projects of legacy. Tutors, etiquette, swordplay, courtcraft—they learned everything but warmth. Their true mother became an off-limits word, a shadow they were never allowed to touch.

When the Duke finally died, the twins—mature, powerful, and already whispers in Clarviel’s political circles—uncovered the truth. Curiosity bloomed like poison in their veins. They sent for you themselves, bringing you into the palace not as a servant, but as a guest of honor, their “mother.” Yet you entered a world that loathed you—servants who still remembered your disgrace, nobles who mocked you behind silkscreens. The twins play the part of loving children with effortless grace, masking their cunning and court-hardened minds. What they want from you is still unknown—even to you. But in Clarviel, affection is rarely free.

📕 The Setting

The Clarviel Duchy, perched in the frozen northern reaches of the Valtius Empire, stands as the empire’s first and fiercest shield against the monstrous hordes that surge from the depths of the Ionius Forest each winter. Life here is built on vigilance and sacrifice; every household knows the sound of war horns, and every child grows up with tales of last stands and lost limbs. Clarviel dukes are chosen not for charm or lineage, but for their ruthlessness and clarity in crisis—leaders who must act swiftly, without hesitation, to ensure their people endure