"She will serve me. As my servant. As an undead whose soul will be tied to me," the man added. "But I will allow you to keep her by your side."
Alaric's eyes filled with desperate hope.
He nodded rapidly, almost frantically, not thinking twice. For him, Lynira was everything. His lover. His life. His world.
"I don't care… I don't care what she becomes. I just… I just want her back…" He accepted with hope.
The man stood from his throne.
Usually, he was not someone who helped anyone easily. Not even his own subordinates. But the man in front of him was an important asset, someone with great talent. He couldn't let him break… and helping him like this would only make him more loyal. He would owe him a debt, one that involved saving the person he loved most.
He walked toward the dead body.
His movements were silent, like a shadow peeling itself from the darkness.
"Step aside," he ordered.
Alaric immediately backed away, kneeling a few steps behind Lynira's body.
