Nael stared openly at the image before him, searching for any trace of the woman he was in love with, in the messy haired blonde Earth Dweller. He finally saw the unmistakable golden hue dancing around the pupils of the woman, and felt his anger levels rising once again. ‘How can you prefer that to all that I offer?” he demanded, his eyes now studying the middle aged man at her side. It still hurt that she had rejected him in favour of Massimo but at least Massimo had been one of his own kind. This habit she had picked up over the last few centuries infuriated him and utterly bewildered the rest of the Basilican royal family.
Copyright Emily Morris 2018