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November 6 - November 6, 2024
For anyone who feels at home behind the pages of a book. You’re not alone. This fantasy world is for you.
But he’d learned being unique only made him more desired as a novelty.
“How many offspring does he want you to produce with this Princess Serenna?” Vesryn asked, cocking his head, like the question was the whole purpose of seeking Jassyn out. “I can only assume that’s his stipulation before you can return to your research at Centarya. It’s no secret Elashor has apparently deemed you a worthy match for his half-breed daughter.”
As one of the first elven-blooded birthed, Jassyn was bound by the will of the council to sire the children of prominent elven females who clamored for the opportunity to bear offspring since they no longer could reproduce with other pure-blooded males.
“As you know, the humans and half-breeds living outside our realm are unaware of our magic.” Elashor’s greedy eyes dallied on the nobles as he spoke. “Have patience. Everything will change soon.”
“Think of this venture as a holiday,” he said, steering Jassyn toward the traveling grounds. If you manage to get Serenna with child, I’ll see that the High Council assigns you back to your research at Centarya.” It shocked Jassyn when the general didn’t puff up like a rooster, proud of crowing about such blatant manipulation. Instead, he bit his tongue, knowing Elashor’s obsession with extending his line was the actual reason for his assignment.
appearances needed to be kept. The elves wouldn’t want their human chattel to startle by revealing their magic.
The king’s coercion was presumably a type of magic that only he could manipulate due to the magnitude of Essence required to influence another being. No other elf came close to possessing the same strength in power. It’s unnatural, but that’s why he’s the king.
Judging from Serenna’s expectant, radiant face, Jassyn already knew he’d have to break her heart.
“Gold,” Elashor replied with a shrug. “We conditioned half-breeds in the human realms to wear it from birth. It tethers your abilities, stifling them. If the metal touches your skin, you cannot access or even perceive your powers. The elves wear the ornaments around humans to prevent any lapses in judgment of revealing our magic.”
But he wavered, clutching onto a sliver of awareness, hovering on the precipice of lashing out. His crimson eyes darted over the figures on the shore, recognizing that neither of them was the one he had been compelled to kill—the one the magic demanded annihilation of. Lykor drew in sharp breath from the agony of the command, but he maintained control of his fragmented mind. This time.
“I didn’t want to feel it.” “Feel it?” She waved her hand in between them. “It’s my finger.”
“We’re intertwined,” he said, his fingers warm, unfolding against her. “I felt your presence appear in my mind the night I portaled here. I’m assuming it was because you were untethered for the first time.”
“Slap me again.” Serenna scowled, her fingers itching to do just that. “I’ll slap some sense into you.” Vesryn giggled.
“I didn’t believe I’d see anything as beautiful as a display like that,” he said, the right side of his mouth tugging fleetingly to flash his dimple. Serenna froze when he cupped her cheek. “That is, until I saw you.”
“She’s the one who jumped on me,” Vesryn protested, scowling and rubbing his skin. “I have to say I prefer the princess’s bedside manners over yours, Magus Killjoy
