Tonight was an auspicious night and it had been chosen by Lord Slyshore for that reason. Fidelia, his mother was on her deathbed and one had to inherit her ardour. His daughters were the candidates.
He sat in the Horicus chamber for a while, his white hair falling around his potent shoulders for the first time in a long time. The choices weighed heavily on his mind. He had made a decision a long time ago but again the curse... It had been centuries yet it was still a possibility…
"Call them in." He ordered Vedric, his advisor.
"Yes, sire."
Soon they were before him with their mother, Zarela. Looking at his wife now, he wondered why he had made that mistake years ago.
His daughters, the twins, Nadia and Nadine. Nadia always had a perpetual fire in her dark eyes that mirrored the titan glow of her hair. Always with a dagger in the hilt around her hips but her core was more potent and sharp than any dagger.
