Carthispire

8

"Well," Zeckiel said surprised, "I don't know how he could've even done that without..."

"Without what?" I asked. We had just finished eating and we were just talking.

"Well, as far as I know, you need some of your blood and 3 strands of your hair. Then you would need to put a hex bag of my father's blood and some other things at the head of your bed." He said and sat back, "Maybe I need to ask for guards outside the rooms. This wasn't to scare you as much as it's meant to scare me. He is trying to tell me I'm not safe and he can get to anyone close to me."

I said, "He brought me back to the day my dad died, Zeckiel. He's trying to make this really personal."

"Bri, it already is to him. As you pointed out, the only way he could have had a healthy baby was to perform heavy blood magic. No wonder my mother hated him sometimes." He shook his head, "I'm the only child he could have had without killing her."

"You never talk about her." I said.

"I know. There's not a lot to say. She loves my father even though he has at least five mistresses." He shrugged, "She told me they met when he saved her life. She was being burned for using dark magic. My family pretty much are tightly knit. That vampire who had you bit, Jarrie. He is my adopted brother. When he was turned into a vampire, the commoners who were his family deprived him of blood. My dad saved him, as well. My father creates this false identity of being a just ruler. He likes to use people and bend them to his will. When he told you he wanted to know what made you tick, he was really trying to get on your good side. Then he would've turned you against me. He's done that with house nobles."

"What does he say when you ask him about the reason his brother and him created the dark side."

Zeckiel rolled his eyes and laughed, "Freedom to practice any magic they want. It's stupid because if we allow people to do what they want, chaos would arise. People would die at alarming rates, vampire hordes, shifters doing whatever crazy shit they do, Brima if you have seen what I have seen that my father calls 'freedom' it would break you down then throw you into loops. Think that these pure elves are bad? At least they have some morals to keep them up."

Suddenly we saw Vetimer coming towards up with two letters with some type of golden wax seal that was clearly from someone with a lot of power. He said giving one to each of us, "This is from the Jarl of the pure elves. His steward asked me to give these to you directly."

Zeckiel and I opened them at the same time. The letter to me read:

To Brima Fer'ka,

We invite you to a ball held in the royal ball room. The dress code is to dress up from the human Victorian era. Also we hope to set a time where you may address the court with your other half Zeckiel. We understand the urgency but we also have other more pressing issues that are true in nature. If you need anything or if something is not to it's highest standard, please tell Vetimer.

With best wishes,
Jarl Berton Velatrass

A ball? With big puffy dresses and weird hair? Zeckiel smiled, "Oh! Wonderful! You're dismissed Vetimer."

Vetimer left with a slight bow. I groaned, "I'm going to have to go, right? Creator, I hate rich people."

"Well, if we want to 'set up a time' you're going to have to go." He laughed, "I can not wait to see you in a corset."

"I'll burn you to a crisp if you make me wear one those things. I'm not gloating, but my boobs are too big for that shit." I pointed at him and folded arms.