"Alright, spit it out," Elias demanded. "What did you tell Addison's daughter?"
Elias didn't waste time. He went straight to the point. He had all the patience in the world for Adeline, but when it was about her, there was none.
Elias had walked all the way from the castle to the Magician Tower, each step of the way, instead of speed walking here. He didn't need her to expect his presence and conjure an excuse.
"If only you were as obsessed with ruling as you are with that rose," the older woman murmured.
She sat in a fancy chair by the window, sipping a cup of tea. From here, she could see everyone that entered and left the castle. Her long, white hair elegantly flowed down her back. As one of the oldest Pure-Breds in the entire world, she could remain youthful forever. But it took too much of a toll to maintain her beauty, thus she opted for this appearance.
