A second story will follow to make up for missing yesterday.
By Mark L. S. Stone
My brother faced Elore. “As the King of Izeren, with the power accorded me by the Crown of Stars and the Throne of Vines, I decree that if you accept this mission and survive, the Duchy of Teretain will become your possession, and your house will be noble forevermore, with all the duties of a peer of the realm.”
My wild, beautiful Elore blanched.
“I have to do this,” she said.
My brother shrugged. “I tried. At least now you can marry her.”
“If she lives!” I cried.
My brother only smiled.