Nwadiebube leaned forward slightly in his throne, his fingers ceasing their tapping. His gaze sharpened, cutting into the mage like a blade.
"There are many secrets behind Osita's existence," he said slowly. "Secrets known only by the godlings… and even then, not shared freely."
The mage's smile did not waver.
"Are you willing to share such secrets with me?" Nwadiebube asked. His voice was calm, but beneath it was the weight of a challenge.
The female mage's face remained composed, but within, her thoughts stumbled. So it is true, she realized. The way he sat there, golden eyes alight with hunger and restraint, was exactly as her Master had described.
Commanding, yes but under the command, a quiet desperation. A king starved.
