“It’s finally over.” Jonin’s voice held a mixture of relief and sorrow as he gazed at the courtyard below.
Helleni hummed her agreement. Leaning into his embrace, she watched in satisfaction as the final cobble was laid. Only they and the workmen were aware of the crypt hidden beneath the stones – and no word of it would be spoken. She’d make sure of that.
The past five years had been filled with turmoil, as Fenrin sought to claim his brother’s throne. He’d used every scrap of dark energy at his disposal to remove Jonin from power. Not even death had halted his quest.
“He won’t escape now,” Helleni reassured. “The crystal will hold him for hundreds of years. We’re safe.”
“Because of you, my love.”
She smiled as Jonin’s lips met hers in a tender caress. With every kiss, further tendrils of control tangled his heart.
Once, Fenrin had promised her power. He’d promised her influence. Eventually, she’d grown weary of waiting.
Now she knew – if she wanted power, she had to take it for herself.
Word Count: 175 words
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