THIRD PERSON'S POV
King Elon is escorted by seven of his new concubines towards the room that King Draco has prepared for the ritual. In his hands he carries the blood that arrived only a few minutes ago from Silvermere. Two of his concubines holds the tail of his flowing shiny robes despite the floor of the palace having been thoroughly cleaned by slaves. His proud mother follows behind with an excited smile on her face.
King Draco and his close ally, King Adriel, waits at the front end of the room where all items and symbols for the spell, including an altar where the crown of Elowen sets on top, are set ready for the incarnations.
"Look, the Princess must have drained every drop of that wretched human's blood," King Elon says with a joyous laugh. "I told you women crave me like bees
