A new tenant has moved into Mansion 'Phordite, and so has his supposed lover alongside him. One a mortal of immeasurable power and the other an immortal with near about the same. And yet as they sat across each other under the gazebo, none of it mattered for their strength was but a curse that had made their lives hell.
Yet now, as the prince sat in his chair with a gentle smile, Elana couldn't help but watch with a moment's flutter in her heart. The strings of his harp echoed in the quiet, its melody as smooth as butter and as sweet as honey. Even so, pulling herself out of the enthralled state of mind, she wiped the smile off of her face and demanded an answer off of the man.
"Again, why did you choose me out of all the people in this world?" She asked, a flicker of curiosity apparent in her gaze.
