"Why did you reject Lariel?" Rohen asked his unexpected lover, clinging to her. "He's incredibly handsome, no one has ever refused him."
"How do you know?" Luanlia asked naively. "Did he complain about me"
"I know everything, every little detail and every thought!"
"Why then ask if you know the answer?"
He laughed quietly.
"Communicating in person is much more pleasant than reading hidden thoughts. You don't want to be dependent on his charisma like others. I also had a hard time when I discovered Kamily's strong attachment to Lariel andI was incredibly happy when she chose me then."
"Wow! Unexpectedly, although they told me that you would not sedusing me, you are a monogamous person, but I considered this a fiction. The syrinx cannot be faithful, it is."
"I naively thought that I could. You conquered me with your pure love, and this is rare. You liked me for who I am, and that's nice. You compared me to Gedeon, which was very unusual for the Lord of Magical Powers to hear. I'm a bit confused."
Luanlia laughed heartily.
"I don't know why I love him madly, although he is not quite an adult yet."
"Let him live apart from you for a while, and engage in self-development. I see how he suffers, looking for you everywhere. It's funny that this is your first meeting in that reality, and you both have such strong feelings. The first time will not be easy for him: there are a lot of fans clutching his hands, and he is so attached to you. Young Lamori will not leave women indifferent with his vibes. He doesn't realise yet how good he is."
"Tell me, why is he endowed with such magic?"
"It's all at the discretion of the Source who to reward with such power. This gift is rare and its bearer is endowed with exceptional beauty and charisma."
He suddenly perked up and asked in a tempting voice:
"Do you want to join some show? Soon there will be a reception with Zarmina, the Xantarian princess. We'll hang out there and have some fun."
Luanlia stared at him in confusion.
"What's so funny? Selection of candidates for an idiotic competition where they fight to the death."
"Well, no, it was like that before. As a new Ruler I forbade princesses from making fun of men."
"How? Are you upbringing them too? How did the formidable Rulers allow you to interfere?" Luanlia was amazed.
"And no one living can ban me! I do also the will of the Creator. Taking care for princesses is my responsibility, since no one cares. The Rulers do not want to deal with this; it is easier for them to execute for failure to fulfill the contract."
"Your life is not easy!"
"I like it! Now I am the Lord of all syrinxes, what could be more pleasant than such power. The Anchons are very unhappy with my arbitrariness, but that's their problem. I act with justice, and Love is my guiding star."
Luanlia felt how unusual and previously unfamiliar feelings filled her heart, and her soul trembled with inexplicable experiences. She could not even approximately express what was happening to her. The Lord's influence on her Essence was undeniable, and she seemed to be enveloped in his warm healing energy. He looked into her eyes with a soft, calm gaze, and she untimely plunged into his bottomless purple-eyed pool.
The space suddenly opened up into something larger and vast, luminous and smoky, where the beautiful and majestic Rohen, surrounded by a muted fiery radiance, floated along with the images of many charming syrinxes, looking at the princess with warmth and love. Each one sent her their sparkling rainbow crystal, and Luanlia felt an inexpressible sense of bliss fill her spirit.
"Yes, I love you all," - her confession whispered.
Rohen smiled broadly and the vision slowly dissipated, leaving Luanlia in deep prostration and prolonged spiritual ecstasy.
"You are with us forever, beloved Daughter," Rohen whispered quietly and gently pressed her to him, drawing them both into a delightful sleep.
***
The snow-white columned hall with high crystal windows was gradually filled with orderly rows of smartly dressed elite syrinxes of different ages, eager to take part in the annual competition for the heart of the eternally young princess, the mother of more than three hundred aristocrats.
Everyone was animatedly discussing the indulgence introduced by the caring Overlord into the rules for holding competitions, due to which the services of the resurrector would no longer be needed.
The rows suddenly became agitated and rustled with enthusiastic whispers due to the sudden appearance of the all-powerful Rohen with a charming miniature companion unknown to anyone in a pink dress and a delicate mask.
Silence covered everyone present from the realization that a newly converted princess was standing next to the Lord.
"They are all looking at me," Luanlia whispered in horror, turning her head slightly to the left row and discovering how many flaming eyes were directed at her.
No mask could hide her energy, the etheral aroma of which made the blood boil in the veins of the handsome men standing five steps away from her. It seemed to her from their looks and grins that they already knew everything about her, all that remained was to get to know each other better.
"Yes, dear, they know who you are, don't worry," Rohen assured her quietly. "The main prize today is Zarmina."
The ranks shook again when a white-winged, graceful blonde in a purple dress and with a veil covering her face began to proudly descend the stairs from the second floor, without looking around.
"Rohen!" Zarmina exclaimed joyfully, noticing him, and waved her hand.
"What a surprise! What a charming image you got!"
He gave her his hand with a satisfied look on the last step.
"Have you come to take part in the competition?" The princess asked playfully.