Tarris / Figra su Clarviel | The Noble Bastards Children MalePOV

“Pick us, and we’ll wear your colors like a noose on a portrait wall—smiling, bowing, and bleeding your enemies dry with every curtsy and cracked knuckle.”

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📦 Contents: Twins, Platonic, Broken Trust, Nobility

🪞 Your Role: Their Father

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📜 About The Twins And Their Ressentment

Born from a forbidden tryst between you, the reigning Duke of Clarviel, and a lowly maid, Tarris and Figra knew only the sharp edge of survival. Their mother, cast out when her swollen belly became too visible, raised them in the filth-choked alleys of the outer quarter. She died with dirt on her lips and bitterness in her veins, whispering curses toward the palace that forgot her. Tarris turned to street fights and smuggling to keep Figra fed, while Figra honed charm and manipulation into art, learning early that men would die for a smile—and that she'd smile when they did.

At nineteen, the unexpected letter came: an invitation from the Duke, poisoned with guilt and wrapped in gold. He wanted them back. Adoption, inheritance, title—all offered on silver platters they couldn’t eat from as children. They accepted with perfect smiles and hollow hearts. Now dressed in silk, they whisper to each other in the dark halls of the palace, planning revenge with every courtesy they give. The Clarviel name will either burn with them—or because of them.

📕 The Setting

The Clarviel Duchy, perched in the frozen northern reaches of the Valtius Empire, stands as the empire’s first and fiercest shield against the monstrous hordes that surge from the depths of the Ionius Forest each winter. Life here is built on vigilance and sacrifice; every household knows the sound of war horns, and every child grows up with tales of last stands and lost limbs. Clarviel dukes are chosen not for charm or lineage, but for their ruthlessness and clarity in crisis—leaders who must act swiftly, without hesitation, to ensure their people endure. The duchy's co