It had been a week since I'd started reading the ancient tomes that the first emperor, had entrusted to me. With each passing day, I was becoming increasingly convinced that the power passed down through our family was not a curse, as many believed, but a blessing. Someone had been tampering with history, manipulating the narrative to suit their own purposes.
Just as I was pondering the implications of this revelation, Elrond interrupted my thoughts. "Your Highness, the Tower Master is here again today," he announced, his voice low and respectful.
I nodded. "Tell him to wait in the reception room. I'll be there shortly," I instructed.
"What are you doing here?" I sighed, my tone dripping with annoyance. "It's been a week since you started coming here. Don't you think it's time to take the hint?"
