A Sacred Curse

The voices never left him.

Izekiel had grown up being accustomed to them and to their tempting offers and demands. And one time, he gave in.

It was the night when he learned the goals of his supposedly righteous brother, Severnus. A few drinks and some sick but repulsively normal encouragements from his ministers, drove him to take in a certain woman in his harem.

After all sorts of rumors surrounding the queen of Elysia, and the mysterious that surrounded her, Azenora became a topic of interest.

"It's only the responsibility of a new emperor to take care of the former emperor's consort," Severnus reasoned, "And after all, she is not  my  mother. How can it be wrong?"

No one objected but Izekiel could no longer pay attention to others of the room. He glanced at his brother, they were sitting side by side, but Severnus didn't cared as he continued about his intentions.

He had sent a summon to Azenora as some things were discussed.