Book 2 (Complete) - A game of Queen's conquest is set to be played across Elysium and in the four corners stand Elissa's suitors:
- The High King - he insists that they are a perfect match, but will she agree?
- The Dark King - bound by blood...
Elissa withholds the urge to shiver. Just over six months, or moons ago, Lord Nero held her captive at Castle Corinth. First, he had beaten her for telling unpalatable truths and then he decided that she would make an amusing pet. Needless to say, she took the first opportunity to escape.
More recently they met at Alfheimr, where he had the audacity to ask permission to court her; apparently her elfling nature forgiven due to her royal dark elven heritage.
"Lord Nero," she coolly acknowledges him, keeping a tight rein on her emotions.
Thankfully, she is saved from actually having to converse with him as Lucifer strides into the room. At first, the king spots Nero and his face takes on a pinched look. Then his golden gaze moves to her and he takes his time perusing her ensemble.
His unwelcome guest forgotten, Lucifer stalks towards her. Purposely brushing his lips against her earlobe, he whispers, "You look ravishing."
She flushes, then unfortunately, her attention is once more drawn to the dark elf. Nero's sinister smile and leer has her stomach roiling.
"I look forward to serving my new queen." Even Nero's voice gives her the creeps. "It would be such a pleasure to sit by her side tonight."
Lucifer briefly looks to her for guidance. With a pleading expression, she hopes to convey without words that this would be the furthest thing from pleasure in her opinion.
"Another time, perhaps." Lucifer casually dismisses Nero's request. "Tonight Nero, I will have you seated on my right."
....
Yesterday, if someone had told her that she would welcome the king acting possessively about her, she would have outright laughed at them. However, tonight she is grateful for the way he has shielded her from Nero.
It is a relief that dinner is over; just having the odious elf in the same room as her is wearing. Bidding Lucifer goodnight, she walks into her bedroom and sighs, thankful to be in her sanctuary.
A sudden draft rushes past and her magic stirs within ready to flare to life. I'm not alone.
"I thought dinner would never end. Still, you are worth waiting for." Nero's voice cause her to stiffen.
Slowly, she turns to face him and in an imperious tone, demands, "What are you doing unbidden in my bed chamber?"
"I wish to converse with you." The lecherous way his eyes travel over her make her feel unclean and she thoroughly regrets her choice of dress.
"Well, I do not wish to converse with you," she fires back, not in the mood to deal with him.
"I have a message from our king."
Her brow creases and she looks towards the door that leads to her shared closet with the king. "Surely, he can tell me himself."
Nero gives a slight shake of his head and corrects her, "Our king, of course, is the Dark King."
Morpheus. This can't be good. She swallows, anxiety replacing irritation. Uncertain what to do, she panics and makes a dart toward the door. Nero moves in a blur and catching her, pins her against the wall.
She is not given a chance to summon her power, before his lips descend upon hers and everything goes black...
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