Enthroned by Amethysts (A Dance with Destiny Book 3) by JK Ensley, Jennifer Ensley Page B
Authors: JK Ensley, Jennifer Ensley
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destiny, if ye so wish.”
“But… how can this be?” She gasped. “How can such a thing even exist? It must not be real. It can’t be. If a wicked soul possessed such a treasure as this, they could bind loving hearts and innocent souls to the darkness.”
“Yes, they could,” Varick said. “And since it’s magic, the afflicted person would be none the wiser for their plight.”
“Aye, an’ this would all be true… save for one glorious wee twist. It must be gifted . It cannae be owned, stolen, or even possessed. The magic remains dormant until such a time as this, my most beautiful of Angels.” He smiled. “Ye dinnae take this magic. Ye received it willingly, as a gift. It’s now bound tae ye an’ ye alone. It’ll heed only untae ye. Speak what ye will an’ see it done. What ye bind with yer words will remain bound until such time as ye choose tae unbind as ye see fit. The magic wouldnae work for the Fairy Queen because she stole the trinket. Stole it from the Yellow Witch—its owner for centuries.”
“But… why did she choose not to use the magic it held?” Jenevier asked. “And how could it be taken from a witch?”
“The Yellow Witch couldnae wield it any more than could the Fairy Queen. She came by it through much the same method an’ the magic wouldnae listen tae her. This rare treasure must be given freely an’ oot of love. Aye, an’ that’s proven tae be the biggest problem with such an exquisite bauble. It owns the wearer. Same as the wearer owns it. It calls tae ye, loves ye. An’ ye cannae bear tae part with it once ye’ve worn it. An’ so, this great magic has lain dormant for countless centuries for nae one could dare gift it in love tae another. I took nae chances, Milady. I placed it within this Elven pouch an’ touched it nae. I wanted nae such temptation.”
She laughed softly. “You believe it could tempt such a heart as yours?”
“Aye, holding the bag alone an’ nae even touching the treasure within, I had wicked dreams. Ones I will confess tae ye now. I imagined wearing it an’ binding yer heart only tae me for all time an’ eternity. It called oot tae me even though it hadnae been gifted me. Yet, I knew in the depths of my soul, I couldnae cage ye so. Even if the rare magic happened tae work for me, I couldnae bind ye, Princess.”
He kissed her forehead and rested his upon the place his lips had just warmed.
“This is too much,” she whispered. “How could I ever be worthy of such a gift? I don’t deserve it, Vittorio, especially from you. Time and again I have torn your pure heart from chest. How is it you stand before me now, whole and loving on my behalf?”
“Nae, it was I who rended my own heart from chest an’ offered it tae ye freely. It was naether my place nae my right tae do so. If my heart was damaged, it was by my own hand. This gift, my love, has naethin’ tae do with my selfish heart. It’s but a small token toward a debt I wulnae be able tae repay.” His tears dripped down, leaving tiny little darkened circles upon her dress. “Gratitude, for my life, Milady. An’ for making it worth the living,” he whispered.
“I love you.” She sniffed and wiped at her coming tears.
“Aye, an’ I love ye more, wee Angel.” He caught her stray tear with his bent finger.
They remained like that for a long while. Warrior of legend and his fated Princess—bonded through bloodshed, bonded through trials, and bonded through trust. They didn’t wish to part for they needed each other in a way that went without saying… without explanation.
“The two things she treasures most in her heart have come to her by your hand, Brother,” Varick said. “The first remains a secret to me. And I am envious of the second.”
Vittorio didn’t move. “Aye, the first will always remain our secret.” He winked at her. “An’ the second wulnae part from her arm. I may nae own this beautiful woman’s heart, but I know it like nae other. We’re the
“But… how can this be?” She gasped. “How can such a thing even exist? It must not be real. It can’t be. If a wicked soul possessed such a treasure as this, they could bind loving hearts and innocent souls to the darkness.”
“Yes, they could,” Varick said. “And since it’s magic, the afflicted person would be none the wiser for their plight.”
“Aye, an’ this would all be true… save for one glorious wee twist. It must be gifted . It cannae be owned, stolen, or even possessed. The magic remains dormant until such a time as this, my most beautiful of Angels.” He smiled. “Ye dinnae take this magic. Ye received it willingly, as a gift. It’s now bound tae ye an’ ye alone. It’ll heed only untae ye. Speak what ye will an’ see it done. What ye bind with yer words will remain bound until such time as ye choose tae unbind as ye see fit. The magic wouldnae work for the Fairy Queen because she stole the trinket. Stole it from the Yellow Witch—its owner for centuries.”
“But… why did she choose not to use the magic it held?” Jenevier asked. “And how could it be taken from a witch?”
“The Yellow Witch couldnae wield it any more than could the Fairy Queen. She came by it through much the same method an’ the magic wouldnae listen tae her. This rare treasure must be given freely an’ oot of love. Aye, an’ that’s proven tae be the biggest problem with such an exquisite bauble. It owns the wearer. Same as the wearer owns it. It calls tae ye, loves ye. An’ ye cannae bear tae part with it once ye’ve worn it. An’ so, this great magic has lain dormant for countless centuries for nae one could dare gift it in love tae another. I took nae chances, Milady. I placed it within this Elven pouch an’ touched it nae. I wanted nae such temptation.”
She laughed softly. “You believe it could tempt such a heart as yours?”
“Aye, holding the bag alone an’ nae even touching the treasure within, I had wicked dreams. Ones I will confess tae ye now. I imagined wearing it an’ binding yer heart only tae me for all time an’ eternity. It called oot tae me even though it hadnae been gifted me. Yet, I knew in the depths of my soul, I couldnae cage ye so. Even if the rare magic happened tae work for me, I couldnae bind ye, Princess.”
He kissed her forehead and rested his upon the place his lips had just warmed.
“This is too much,” she whispered. “How could I ever be worthy of such a gift? I don’t deserve it, Vittorio, especially from you. Time and again I have torn your pure heart from chest. How is it you stand before me now, whole and loving on my behalf?”
“Nae, it was I who rended my own heart from chest an’ offered it tae ye freely. It was naether my place nae my right tae do so. If my heart was damaged, it was by my own hand. This gift, my love, has naethin’ tae do with my selfish heart. It’s but a small token toward a debt I wulnae be able tae repay.” His tears dripped down, leaving tiny little darkened circles upon her dress. “Gratitude, for my life, Milady. An’ for making it worth the living,” he whispered.
“I love you.” She sniffed and wiped at her coming tears.
“Aye, an’ I love ye more, wee Angel.” He caught her stray tear with his bent finger.
They remained like that for a long while. Warrior of legend and his fated Princess—bonded through bloodshed, bonded through trials, and bonded through trust. They didn’t wish to part for they needed each other in a way that went without saying… without explanation.
“The two things she treasures most in her heart have come to her by your hand, Brother,” Varick said. “The first remains a secret to me. And I am envious of the second.”
Vittorio didn’t move. “Aye, the first will always remain our secret.” He winked at her. “An’ the second wulnae part from her arm. I may nae own this beautiful woman’s heart, but I know it like nae other. We’re the
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