Slave to the EmpireChapter 10 Sorcerer 2
Savren sat upon the cold stone bench outside one of the many empty chambers of the Tower. Beside him sat his Master, dressed in her finery with a small box resting in her lap. His robes were immaculate in their finery, suitable for this most auspicious day. In the chamber, she waited. He knew that the room was near the apex of the tower, and that in the ceiling above the room had several windows that would allow for the marking of the stars above. The day he chose for his Offering was special...