“She despises your ways. It’s no secret you love your money more than you love your family”
The sorcerer looked deep into the eyes of the ancient skull and began to chant. The hairs on the back of the king’s neck stood up and a cold wind swept past him.
“I see beautiful palaces that have been built with your hard-earned fortunes.” The sorcerer spoke in a tone barely above a whisper. “Pirates, ruthless and dangerous, own these properties. They are the ones who attacked the vessel carrying your treasures. To get your money back, you would have to wage war, an endeavor that would cost you more money than the lost jewels are worth.”
“So there’s nothing I can do?”
“No.”
The king growled.
“Wait. She lives!”
The king felt his pulse quicken. “Who?”
“Your daughter. Somewhere across the ocean she resides peacefully.”
“Nonsense! If she was alive she would have returned to me.”
Create a free account to keep reading.
