Sleep eluded Lia as she tossed in silk sheets, haunted by impossible choices. In her dreams, she saw herself in wedding white, but the groom's face kept shifting – Cassian's crown, Raven's shadows, Ezra's divine light, Kieran's warrior strength. Each time she reached for one, the others turned away with shattered expressions.

  She woke gasping, tears on her cheeks. The political reality was inescapable: she could legally marry only one man. If she chose Cassian, the others would be relegated to the shadows as lovers. If she chose anyone else, Cassian would be forced to take another bride for the sake of the crown.

  Desperate for guidance, she sought out Lady Millicent, an elderly duchess known for her wisdom and discretion.

  "My dear," the duchess said after hearing her dilemma, "love rarely follows convenient paths. In my youth, I loved two men deeply. I chose duty over heart and regretted it every day since."

  "But how can I ask any of them to accept such an arrangement? To be lovers while another holds the title of husband?"

  Lady Millicent's eyes held ancient sadness. "That is for them to decide, not you. Present the truth and let each man choose his own path."

  The universe seemed to conspire for these conversations. She encountered Cassian in the garden at dusk.

  "I know what troubles you," he said softly. "The w binds me to take only one queen. But my heart..." He cupped her face. "My heart recognizes no such limitations. If you choose another as husband, I would still love you. If you choose me, I would understand if your heart needs others too."

  Raven found her in the library, materializing from shadows as always.

  "I've never sought titles or recognition," he murmured. "Being your husband, your lover, your shadow – the bel matters not. Only that I'm yours in whatever capacity you'll have me."

  Ezra approached during her evening meditation.

  "Spiritual bonds transcend earthly institutions," he assured her. "Whether husband or lover, our souls are already joined. The rest is merely worldly decoration."

  Kieran's words came during training, blunt as always.

  "Warriors often share partners in campaign camps," he stated matter-of-factly. "Love isn't diminished by sharing – sometimes it's strengthened. I'd rather have part of you than none at all."

  Their understanding only deepened her turmoil. That night, ALICE shared viewer reactions:

  "Team Cassian demands a royal wedding!" "Raven deserves her after protecting her so long!" "The spiritual connection with Ezra is deepest!" "Kieran would die for her – that's true love!" "Why choose? Real love means sharing!" "This is wrong! Pick one and stop being selfish!"

  The conflicting opinions mirrored her own chaos. She loved them all, but the societal structure demanded hierarchy. One husband, three lovers. Or worse – breaking one heart completely to satisfy convention.

  "There's another consideration," Lady Millicent mentioned during their next meeting. "An heir. The crown requires legitimate succession."

  The words struck like lightning. Children. How could she bear one man's child while loving three others? How could she deny any of them fatherhood?

  That evening, she gathered all four men in her private garden. They stood in awkward silence, unused to sharing space without competition.

  "I love you all," she confessed, voice breaking. "Equally, differently, but completely. I can't... I won't choose one above others. But I understand if that's too much to ask—"

  "We know," Cassian interrupted gently. "We've... talked."

  She stared at them, shocked. "You have?"

  Raven nodded. "After your identity crisis, we realized we all cared more about your happiness than our own pride."

  "We discussed possibilities," Ezra added. "Unconventional arrangements that might work."

  "If you'll have us all," Kieran finished gruffly, "we'll find a way."

  Hope bloomed in her chest, fragile but real. Yet practical concerns remained.

  "The w—" she began.

  "Can be changed," Cassian decred. "I am the crown, after all."

  "But heirs, succession—"

  "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Raven assured her. "Love first, logistics ter."

  She looked at each of them – crown prince, spymaster, former priest, dragon knight – all willing to defy convention for her. The weight of their sacrifice brought fresh tears.

  "I don't deserve this," she whispered.

  "No," Kieran agreed with a rare smile. "You deserve more. And we'll spend our lives trying to give it to you."

  That night, viewer comments exploded:

  "Historic moment! True polyamorous representation!" "This is beautiful – love conquering tradition!" "Scandalous! What about proper succession?" "They're rewriting all the rules!" "TEAM EVERYONE!"

  The System struggled to process this unprecedented development, while Lia's heart soared with possibility. The path ahead remained complicated, fraught with political and social challenges. But for the first time since the confessions, she dared to hope that love might truly conquer all – even the rigid structures of a world that had never imagined such a bond could exist.