Zagan studied Elara with a feigned gentlemanly smile, his eyes barely concealing a predatory satisfaction.
"Legends of the Phoenix heiress's beauty did not overstate; to have Lady Elara's favor is a fortune across my many lives. She alone shall hold my heart."
I scoffed inwardly. His heart's allegiance might be questionable, but his side was already crowded.
To him, Elara was merely a divine draught on his path to godhood.
Previously, he scorned my lesser status, surrounding himself with beastly mistresses.
Although I was born with divine essence, empowering his spiritual ascent, his foundation in divinity was precarious. To stabilize his celestial authority, he exalted me to a prestigious station.
He aimed not merely to garner the Phoenix Clan's blessings but to assert his dominance over them, fortifying his divine status through their subjugation.
Unwittingly, Elara, after consuming my heart, sought to bind herself to him as queen.
A divine vessel freely given, Zagan was all too pleased to accept, especially since she could summon the entire Phoenix clan.
A naive girl and a brutal butcher—locked together by fate.
As I started to walk away, Elara blocked me.