Chapter 50: Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown - No Air
"Morvakar, you were once a man of honor. Please, lift this absurd curse. You gave my wife... us an heir. I thank you, but at least let her live long enough to claim the throne."
"I did nothing to your princess. I only used ancient magic to make your wife fertile," Morvakar said, reclining. He steepled his fingers and raised one arrogant eyebrow. "I granted her request. But what you lesser beings don’t seem to grasp is that the world needs balance. For a life given, a life must be taken. It is the law of nature. Even I am not powerful enough to upset that balance."
Magnus felt a bitter taste rise in his throat. "So in giving us a child, a life must be lost," he said slowly, the weight of the truth settling on him.
Morvakar smirked. "Now you are getting it."
"Then take mine," Magnus said. He stood tall but inside he was already crumbling. "Let her live."
"Your daughter was never meant to die," he said softly, almost kindly. It was unsettling.
Magnus’s fists tightened at his sides, blood roaring in his ears. "She is mated to two men!" he snapped.
"Yes," Morvakar said, lips twitching, "I keep up with the gossip." He paused dramatically.
Magnus gave a small, humorless huff through his nose. "You’re not going to help me then," he said with resignation, the fire in him dimming as he stared at the floor.
"Are you asking me for a favour, King Magnus?" Morvakar asked, tilting his head. "My price is very steep. Ask your Queen."
"I will do anything to keep my daughter alive," Magnus said, lifting his gaze, steel returning to his eyes.
Morvakar sat up straighter. "My target was never your household, Magnus."