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But I beat the vision away.
There will be time enough for that later, I tell myself and drink some of my cocktail.
It has been ten days since my parents have given up on trying to make Althia leave.
I think they’ve almost accepted her presence in our household, and my father has even had a few conversations with her.
They are probably surprised, and maybe slightly pleased, by how intelligent Althia is. Because despite her previous life as a menial, manual laborer, Althia has knowledge about a wide range of topics, including politics, economics, trade, and art.
Being able to have real conversations with her is refreshing. All the dark elf women in my circle are too concerned with the latest fashions, jewelry, or theater productions.
Even my mother cannot keep up with Althia’s train of thought, once she gets going.
I lean back and stare at Althia as Charis comes over. They talk, woman to woman, about Althia’s dress, the food, and the weather.
By the time we are ready to leave, I know that Althia has made her first friend. Aside from me, of course.
Five.
It has been five days of bliss.
After we finish dessert, we take the carriage to the theater district, where a production of Azariel’s Curse is being shown.
Azariel’s Curse is a famous dark elf play about love, loss, and sorrow, and it has inspired a lot of my art.
We receive a lot of stares when we enter the largest open-air theater on the whole of Protheka, even though Althia is clearly wearing the latest fashions.
A sudden surge of irritation ruins my happy mood, but then I realize that most of the stares we are receiving come from other dark elf males who are looking at Althia because of her beauty.
My irritation disappears, replaced by pride and protectiveness. I place my arm on her thigh when we sit down as the play commences.
It has been five days of bliss. Spending all this time with Althia has shown me what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I’ve found her.
The thought that rattles around my brain so often echoes through my head again. Because I’ve found her. I’ve found Althia.
I’ve found my bliss.
One day I’ll make her mine.
Now that I’ve found Althia, I need to find a way to claim her. To mark her. To ensure that she is mine.
I need to ensure that she never leaves me.
I need to ensure that she succumbs to me, submits to me, gives herself to me completely.
I want to break her.
And one day I will do that. One day soon.
I am plagued by images of Althia, screaming with pleasure and pain as I use my fire on her, as I bite her, as I choke her, all while I fuck her.
I shift in my seat as my cock strains against my trousers, and I grip her thigh slightly tighter.
Hopefully, I’ll leave bruises for all to see.
We leave the theater after Azariel is killed by his lover in the last act, and Althia and I walk slowly, hand-in-hand to the carriage.
