Three Consorts To Choose, I Reject My Ex

The Phoenix Celebration draws near, and I must pick my consort from three noble heirs. A black panther lurks behind Marcus, golden griffin wings unfurl behind Andrew, and a quiet owl rests by Kevin—everyone assumes I'll choose Marcus, and I once believed that too. Last night, clutching the phoenix brooch I crafted for him, I planned to name him my partner. Yet behind garden rocks, I spotted him kissing Lauren, his hand gripping her waist.