There was a long pause before Daemon could articulate a word. Instead, he looked around and took a chair nearby, dragging it to sit beside the big baldachin bed. "And she agreed?"
"She did indeed. The lady didn't even hesitate," he straightened his back, drawing closer.
"So, your lives are bound to each other now?" Daemon asked to make sure his ears were not deceiving him.
Binding two lives required exceptional spirit control, a trait possessed by few, such as the prince. Even if someone else could use spirit, it needed a much bigger control and power. No one else in the kingdom could undo such a bond.
"Exactly." He looked very pleased with himself.
Daemon's mind swirled with concerns. "What if she takes away your vitality?" There was a double-edged sword in this manoeuvre. If the other party were to be talented in using spirit or magic, they could suck up the caster's life force.
"Does the lady use spirit, Daemon?"
"No, but…"
"Does she have magic?"
