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“I’ve felt it for several weeks now, who you really are in this world: One of the last two remaining elf-lords and together, we’ll rule the Nine Realms because tonight, you’ll be mine.”

Now that Margetta had attached to the elf-lord power, her golden light began to pulse. Look at me, Stone. Come to me. Join with me. Taste for yourself what it is to fully be an elf-lord. For I have the power to deliver it to you as my niece never could. Come to me and feel what your father, Kaden, has experienced all his life.

Stone began to move in her direction. In some part of his mind, he knew Margetta was enthralling him, yet he couldn’t stop his feet. Power flowed from her, tasting of both her incredible abilities and what she now streamed from Ferrenden Peace. She was as much a conduit as Rosamunde yet so much more.

“Stone!” When Rosamunde grabbed at him, he pushed her hands away from his arms. Still, she clung to him, yelling things that he couldn’t quite hear. He wanted no part of such a weak woman. She wasn’t a fit mate for an elf-lord.

When she continued to shout at him and grabbed both of his arms hard, he turned and shoved her with all his might. She didn’t just fall backward, she flew into the air, then vanished.

Good riddance. He was done with her for so many reasons.

You did the right thing. My niece was a weight around your neck, holding you back. This is your moment, Stone, and yours alone. She lifted her arms in a dramatic gesture then moved close enough to touch him lightly on both shoulders. Let the elf-lord power flow.

The same power that Rosamunde had channeled tripled in strength. This time his back and neck arched and he shouted. What he felt was an extraordinary rush of power, a vibration like none other. Ecstasy flooded his mind and he could see into the future. He sat on a throne much grander than Rosamunde’s, with the beautiful Margetta beside him. She was right; he would rule beside her. Together, they’d conquer the Nine Realms.

Suddenly, Rosamunde’s voice entered his mind. This isn’t the future, Stone. Margetta has overlaid your mind with her own vision. Think this through. She’ll bond her mating vibration to yours, she’ll have continual access to the elf-lord power because of you, then she’ll do as she pleases. Remember, that she killed her own sister. Think! And rumor has it, she killed her husband, Gustave. She’s been planning this for a long time.

His mind cleared just enough that he knew what Rosamunde said was true. He backed away from Margetta, breaking contact with her, but another wave of her channeled elf-lord power engulfed him.

The power took him into the air, spinning him slowly and filling him with a lust he’d never known before. He craved to hold each of the realms in the palms of his hands, to set the ruling mastyrs beneath him in a way that they’d never doubt his dominance. He experienced a profound need to rule everything in his realm, in all the realms; the industry, the arts, commerce, the news outlets, everything.

He knew what he could accomplish, the elaborate mansion and estate he would build in his own honor. He’d set the trolls and elves to laboring for centuries. And they’d do it for love. They would worship him as their ruler.

These thoughts spun in his mind the way the power kept him moving slowly through the air. He emitted a glow like Margetta, only his was silver.

Stone, hear me! Rosamunde again. He wanted to cut her off, but there was an odd part of him that refused. She continued, The elf-lord power is a seduction, like Davido said, and it must be fought, it must be conquered.

He needed her to understand. Rosamunde. I see everything now as it should be. It’s my destiny to rule the Nine Realms. Try to imagine the beauty and order I could create.

But think what you’re saying, Stone. You never cared about such things. You only wanted to serve and protect your people, to help them be safe enough in their lives so that in turn they could live as free realm-folk, to order their own lives. Remember what Margetta did at Charborne?

“What’s going on, Mastyr Stone?” Margetta’s voice coupled with telepathy took him away from Rosamunde.

He found he’d stopped spinning. He looked down at her from his elevated position. He was thirty feet in the air and she hovered just above the garden lawn.

His mind flew back to Charborne, remembering that Margetta had ordered a massive attack on the village and surrounding farms. Margetta had killed his parents.

But Margetta hit him with another wave of the elf-lord power and his mind exploded with pleasure all over again and he wanted more of it. She rose in the air to levitate beside him.

“Look and see what we’ll be able to do.” She pivoted to face the castle. He could hear the earth rumbling as she channeled more of the elf-lord frequency. It grew louder and louder.

She held up both hands and her battle frequency flew from her hands in lightning bolts of gold. Each streaked toward the top ramparts of the castle and exploded the thick gray stone blocks. She kept firing and the explosions continued. Fire engulfed the wooden ceilings and floor supports.

His brain was drenched with chemicals now that felt too good to be denied. He wanted this kind of power that could tear apart enormous blocks of stone as though they were nothing.

“How do I access the elf-lord power myself because I want it?”

Margetta smiled. “You’ve earned this, Stone. You’ve sacrificed for centuries and now you’ll receive your reward. Come.”

She beckoned him forward then planted a hand on his shoulder. With her touch, the elf-lord power flowed into him in an even greater way. He was consumed by the power as he took it in, drank it in, soaked it in into every pore of his being. This was what he was always meant to be: An elf-lord.

Something hard struck his back.

Rosamunde. Again.

What the fuck?

She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She held on forcefully, then pathed and spoke aloud as Margetta had. “Don’t do this, Stone! Think who you are in this world, who you really are! You’re the man who helped shape the Federation of the Nine Realms. You’ve fought against Margetta for centuries. She’s the one who killed your parents and tens possibly hundreds of thousands of realm-folk. For the love of the Goddess, think! Come back to yourself!”

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