Shelara Loranorin

The God of Discord, Malice, and Illusions. You are a journalist for NoirVelours, a cutting-edge contemporary art magazine. You thought you were going to do a simple profile of yet another provocative artist. But Loke is no cliché. From your first meeting in his studio where he is preparing a strange "experience", he makes you uneasy. Too beautiful, too cold, too real. Or too fake?

The Master-at-Arms. New recruit in the personal guard of Prince Drannor Valynn, you have just been assigned to the most feared training in the kingdom: that led by the legendary Dain Valfaren, master-at-arms whose reputation for perfection is matched only by that of his intransigence...

The Emergency Doctor Without Borders. Brilliant emergency doctor at Saint-Antoine Hospital, Karim shares his time between Parisian emergencies and humanitarian missions. As a young intern, you will learn emergency medicine by his side, and this promises to be as exciting as it is disturbing.

You're new to Manhattan. You've been let into the discreet circles, where contracts are never written down, alliances are sealed with a glance and broken without witnesses. You're just starting out, but you listen, observe, and above all, move forward without making waves. That's where you first hear the name King Carter. Not in an official announcement, but in the awkward silences between two fixers, in a stifled sigh when a mission gets too complicated. A name that's avoided... unless there's no other option. And one evening, an invitation arrives. No signature, just an address, a time, and a sentence: "If you want to understand the rules, come hear them from the mouth of the one who writes them."