Not by Blood - BEING REWRITTEN IN SEPARATE STORY

Chapter Thirty Three

EDITED 5/30/2020

What is your name?"

Magnus turned around and was met with black, curly hair and eyes that were so hazel, they were almost brown. He knew instantly, it was him. The other half of his soul.

"Magnus," The mystery man smiled. "Magnus Bane. And you are?" He extended his hand to him.

The man took it, firm but gentle as he softly ran his fingers over the back of Magnus' hand. The man looked at him, his eyes were so open, so honest. He was examining Magnus with the sort of open curiosity that made Magnus wonder if he realized that they had done this before. He was looking at Magnus like he knew him, and in a way he did. His soul recognized Magnus' as it's home.

"Prince Isaac." He finally introduced. Still staring at Magnus with wide eyes.

"Well," Magnus used the hand that Isaac was still gripping to pull him closer. "It is a pleasure to meet you, your highness. Hmm?"

"Indeed."

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"I do not want to marry her, Magnus." Isaac admitted. "I want to marry you."

Isaac was looking at Magnus with those eyes, those wide, open, and honest eyes that Magnus loved so dearly. It was like he was silently begging Magnus to say something, to do something. Anything.

"You and I both know that that is not a possibility." Magnus said quietly. "Isaac, I will stand by your side for as long as you wish for me to be there. But you must marry Princess Elizabeth."

Even as he said the words, he felt his heart break, piece by piece. It killed him, to sit there and encourage the man that he loved to wed another person. It made him sick to his stomach.

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"The Prince died an honorable death." The maid told Magnus. "He won the war for us."

They were standing in Isaac and Elizabeth's bed chambers. Magnus was looking in Isaac's little box, it was always a secret, what was in it, but now he knew. Inside the box were all the things that Magnus had ever given Isaac. Photographs, little doodles and sketches, flower petals and scraps of fabric.

"Yes." Magnus agreed. "He did."

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"Care for an apple?" Magnus asked the tall man. He had shaggy, black, curly hair and beautiful blue eyes. He extended the apple out to him with a small smile.

The man smiled hesitantly, like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to. And in that moment, Magnus knew he didn't recognize him. He wasn't sure why, but he looked down at the perfect apple that Magus had extended out to him and then he shyly looked back up into Magnus' eyes. Magnus was patiently looking at him, both his lips and his eyes were smiling at the man. He hesitantly reached out for the apple, as if Magnus was going to snatch it away if he moved too quickly or too surely.

Magnus waited patiently as the man plucked the apple from his hand and pulled his hand back to his side, clutching the apple in his hand.

Magnus smiled wider at the man as he looked at him hesitantly.

"My name is Magnus Bane."

"Adam Davis." His voice was as beautiful as his face, a lovely, thick French accent weaved its way into his word.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, monsieur Davis."

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