{Alessandro's P.O.V.}
“EGOR!!! GET IN HERE!!!”
“Yes, master!?”
“Did you feel that?”
“Feel what, my liege?” I looked at my disfigured little helper and constantly wonder why I have kept him around all these millenniums. But then I remember that his mother was my sister and I promised to watch over him until someone drove a stake through his heart or ripped off his head. Which, my last Primordial bride almost did. Iliana, she was quite the beauty. Hence why Egor’s face is disfigured.
“The power of the Primordial,” I answered.
“I’m sorry master, but I don’t feel her power the way you do, no one does,” he replied with his head bowed. That’s the answer I wanted to hear. I want to make sure that only I, Alessandro Barban
