Ethan sighed, as he looked at Alex. It was the fate of all firstborns to carry the wishes of their parents on their shoulders. But seeing Alex hand in hand with Red, the Supreme Dark Lord, made Ethan only think about white roses turning black.
"What are your intentions for my son?" Ethan asked, as he looked at Red. The man just brought Alex closer to himself and laid a kiss on the fairy's brow.
"I think it is pretty obvious," Red said, as he giggled. "The wedding will be grant."
"If there is even a single black rose in the temple, I will end you," Amos growled. He had known Red for a very long time. Had seen his fall, had seen his rise.
If the Dark Lord wanted himself a fairy, then fine. But if Alex ended up getting hurt, then Red was going to pay.
