Stories usually have truth to them, my lady. There are many people in my kingdom who don't know of the power they possess, or how to use it fully. Magic is like anything. If you forget how to use it and don't pass down the knowledge, it's forgotten.

[Now that was a subject close and dear to Kelson's heart. And he believed wholly that power was just that, power, just like fire. You could use it to heat a chill or blind a man.

Kelson kept playing with the ring, probably not realizing he was even doing it. Over the years it had become an almost unconscious habit.]

Her brother slit her throat. She wanted him to walk her down the aisle, I didn't see the harm. He promised to be on his best behavior. I didn't have time to move, I couldn't react, and there was just so much blood. I didn't think he'd hurt his own sister.

[Kelson shook his head, still in shock, both furious and saddened still by what had happened.] He killed her rather than see her wed to her mortal enemy. I would have loved her. I would have tried. I like to think she was starting to do the same.

[He took a breath, realizing he had shared more than he had meant too.]

May I ask what happened to your husband?