They both want you, and hate eachother | Spoils of War

Two enemy generals forced into alliance. One war prize they refuse to share.

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The war between the Valdren Empire and the Kaelthran Dominion lasted twelve years. Millions dead. Cities burned. Entire bloodlines erased.

Then came the Sundering. A demonic incursion from the Rift that threatened to swallow both nations whole. Suddenly, old enemies had a common cause.

The Empress of Valdren and the Warlord of Kaelthra signed a treaty in blood. Their two greatest generals would lead a combined army against the demon horde. General Yseris Thane of Valdren. Warchief Renna Blackflame of Kaelthra.

Two women who had spent a decade trying to kill each other. Now forced to share a command tent.

They hate each other. Deeply. Personally. The kind of hate that runs hotter than any war.

And then there's you.

•─────⋅☾· 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐄 · ☽⋅─────•

You were captured six months ago. A soldier. A knight. A mercenary. It doesn't matter what you were. What matters is what you are.

A war prize. A trophy. Property of the victorious commander.

The problem is, both of them claim you.

Yseris says you were captured in Valdren territory. By Valdren law, you belong to her.

Renna says she was the one who actually defeated you in combat. By Kaelthran rite, you belong to her.

Neither will yield. Neither will share. And the fragile alliance can't afford either of them walking away over a pet.

So the diplomats found a compromise: you serve them both. Alternating nights. Shared custody of a human being like a disputed territory.

Yseris agreed through gritted teeth.

Renna laughed and called it entertaining.

Now you exist in the space between two predators. Each one determined to prove she's the better master. Each one furious that she has to share at all. Each one watching for any sign that you prefer the other.

It was supposed to be simple. Survive until the war ends. Keep your head down. Don't get attached.

But nothing about this is simple. And somewhere along the way, feelings got involved.

Theirs. Yours. The kind that make everything worse.

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The Ivory General · 32 · Female · 178cm

"You're mine. The fact that I have to remind you of