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    “And why is a Russian prince inviting me to his matchmaking party? Do they need gentry chaperones or something?”

    “No, no, and it’s not a party, it’s a whole series of affairs, it’s…Shane, you’re invited as a candidate. A marriage candidate.”

    Shane pulls the phone away to make sure the line’s still connected and he hasn’t accidentally started watching Downton Abbey or something.

    Prince Ilya Grigoryevich Rozanov meets Shane Hollander, Duke of Montreal.

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    22 Feb 2026

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    Here's what we know:

    - Unconscious 6-7 minutes-ish
    - Woke up JUST before the stretcher went into the ambulance
    - Loudly calling for someone in Russian, no name mentioned, Мой… мой парень… где он… MY BOYFRIEND
    - And THEN there's the whole husband thing...

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    Or: Ilya gets a concussion in April 2018. And he wants his husband. Who isn't his husband. Yet. But maybe he should be?

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    23 Jan 2026

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    Wei Wuxian is staring up at the sky, thinking idly about the taste of Emperor’s Smile on his tongue, when Suibian jumps full force onto his stomach and cries, “A-Xian, don’t be mad!”

    The sheer force of her pounce knocks the breath out of him. The resulting pause is just long enough for Jiang Cheng, who up to this point has been laying rather peacefully next to him, to shoot up and demand, “Oh great, what did you do now?”

    To be fair, the question isn’t exactly unwarranted. Suibian looks an absolute mess: twigs stuck in her fur, dirt smeared across the white fluff of her underbelly. She’s panting up a storm, little heh heh heh gasps that haven’t edged into her normal high-pitched laughter. When her ears press back against her head, she could almost pass for pitiful.

    “Bichen hates me.”

    Wei Wuxian’s first thought is Why would Lan Zhan’s daemon hate you?, but it’s followed quickly by remembering exactly where he is, how little trouble he’s caused today, and the fact that he hasn’t seen Suibian for a few minutes.

    A grin spreads across his face.

    (Or: The most important name a cultivator will ever pick isn’t for their sword. It’s for their daemon.)

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    18 Sep 2022