Sylvestron’s lips assumed a smile as he watched Lorraine stare at him with her mouth agape. He was used to that reaction, especially from those who were just meeting him for the very first time. He was an epitome of power, he knew, a person whom so many people could only aspire to be; and he loved being exactly that.
Just then, the princess suddenly seemed snapped out of it and her stunned expression was replaced with a different one; suspiciousness. "What are you talking about?" she asked with her eyes narrowed, taking two backward steps away from him. "What do you mean you hold my fate in your hands?"
"Well, your Highness, it’s no secret that every living being in existence into this realm was born with a purpose, a fate," he said, his look and voice calm as he explained as if she was
