Incest/Taboo Spellbound

"You've been to the Fae lands?!" Elenore gasped in wonder.

"Huh?"

"I'll tell you later, now let me have a look at that staff..." Instantly her eyes shot to her grandson. It wasn't the vast power of magjols that was coursing through that magical item, while yes, that was noteworthy. However, that wasn't the reason why she was giving her grandson that look. It was because the staff was still -- Alive! "I don't think those were trees, Adam. I think those were Treants... basically magical sentient trees. Adam, what kind of gem is that?"

"Oh, that, that's the Crimson stone I had cut that I purchased from the old alchemist I bought my alchemy workshop from, given how he was retiring. It's his life's work right there, plus it works very well as a magical lens," Adam lied, not about the lens part, just everything else.

"Very nice find, Adam, very nice," Elenore nodded in praise. "Now, what kind of enchantments do you want to put on this?" Nodding along when Adam listed off the things he wanted. She was about to buck at the bag of gold Adam handed her. A smile formed on her lips when he said: 'Now you can say you're the official enchanter of the Sage-in-waiting.' "Have you had dinner yet?" Elenore asked, handing the bag to Frank so he could place it in the safe they had in the basement that was only accessible in the dwelling part of the building.

"Yeah, Grandma Esmeralda wouldn't let me leave until I ate something."

"Good, Esmeralda might have the worst human being as a daughter, but she's a good woman," Elenore nodded motherly. "Then you can help your grandfather with the rest of the chores while I go start on this. Lock up for me," she said, placing the keys for the store's front door in his hand as she placed a kiss on his cheek before going into her workshop.

The morning of the Gala...

"Hello, Adam," Holly greeted warmly, opening her tower's study door early on that Friday morning. Where past, present, and future Sage(s) will reside, the ground floor was mainly a common area for the whole castle. The second floor was for her personal study, where she entertained guests, while the upper floors were strictly for the Sage.

"Good morning, Master," Adam greeted with a bow.

"Please, come in; we'll keep today's lesson short I know you have a lot to do after this," Holly said, in a teacherly voice like nothing had changed between them. "I do hope you are carrying your staff on you," she uttered when she couldn't sense it.

"Of course, Master, my enchanter finished her lovely work on it just yesterday," Adam said, showing Holly that it indeed sat in its holder on his wrist.

"Then why don't I sense any..." Her eyes shot wide when Adam deactivated the enchantment before reengaging it. "I can see why now," Holly stated in a knowing light as she nodded. "Then you're ready to start mastering your staff?" Leading him on to where they would be having their meal in her study.

"Yes, Master..." Holly's hand shot out and pulled Adam into the dark recess she had created between the shelves as Holly needed her fix before they had breakfast.

"Master, do you remember our conversation from the other day about charms?" Adam asked, as they enjoyed morning tea on her couch after their meal.

"Yes, of course; why?" Holly asked, flashing him a flirtatious smile. Bringing her honey-sweetened cup of tea to her lips as she sat beside him. Watching how he dug into his bag where she was once again surprised for the second time that day as Adam brought out an aged tome from his bag. Her eyes widened when she peered over his arm at the ancient language of their forbearers. "Adam, where did you get this book?"

"It was my mother's father's mother's codex about charms," Adam replied, looking down at his left arm when her hand took hold of it.

"Are you telling me this is an actual charm spell book?"

"Yeah..." Adam was not enjoying that look in her eyes at that moment. It always meant trouble for him.

"Please, Adam, you have to let me make a copy of it, I promise; this is for my personal library, not the Sages library," Holly said, with hopefulness. She knew while she might not be able to make a charm after she's translated the tome, yet to be able to study a form of magic that's only been handed down through families was a stroke of luck.

"Sure, but you have to make two translated copies on top of yours," Adam proposed.

"I get a copy for you, but who else were you going to give the other one to?" Holly asked, perplexed.

"My sister, if she wants it. If not, I'll give it to my grandfather so he can keep the original safe," Adam said, truthfully.

"Deal," Holly stated with a smile as she placed her cup onto the table. The rest of their time was going over, together, every aspect, every letter of each page until the noon hour approached, and she knew it would take him three hours by broom just to reach his college. "Adam, if you ever learn what those terms mean and how to make the charm itself, you let me know; I'd be very eager to learn it," Holly said, dropping her veiled innuendo as they stood in the open doorway. "Remember you are to escort her into the Gala; after that, you may join my side if you wish."

"Yes, Master, thank you for your... help earlier; it was rather... insightful," Adam spoke in a sinful but respectful voice.

"You're very welcome, Adam; you're always welcomed to seek me out if some magic text befuddles you," Holly retorted with a teasing smile. "Until tonight, Adam."

Later that night...

"Adam Bordun, apprentice to the Sage, here to escort Princess Roselyn to the Capital to attend the Royal Gala," Adam said, to the second-in-charge of the Princess's Royal Guard when he reached their security checkpoint. The black, made from the finest sea silk that money can buy, robe sat lightly on Adam's chest, while the symbol of his rank was blazed in gold on the left side of his robe while the triangle-shaped slit ran down the front allowing the dark blue of his high dollar dress shirt to show through that brought out the color of his eyes. His black slacks matched his robe along with his polished dress shoes. He knew if they didn't leave now, they wouldn't make it to the castle by eight.

"Yes, the Princess has been expecting you," the woman said, nodding to her underling to fetch the Princess.

The door to Roselyn's room opened, and out stepped a rather stunning beauty in her own right as her dark almond hair bounced against her Royal Sphr mermaid gown that appeared to be painted on as her spaghetti strings worked overtime to support her 32D breasts. That blue satin material hugged her hips as they swayed so alluringly.

"Good evening, Master Bordun; I see the robe arrived in time; I hope it fits you well," Roselyn said, her eyes running approvingly down his attire. Her hazel eyes flickered up and then back down, noting if he wore a red shirt, it would also bring out the natural crimson highlights in his black hair.

"Evening, my Lady," Adam bowed in greeting, "thank you for the gift, and it does," he said, gesturing for her to lead the way.

"Glad to hear it; tell me, Adam, do your studies take you to many places?" Roselyn asked, as they were flanked by her guard, who escorted them towards her royal rune-powered limousine.

"Quite a few, why do you ask, your Highness?" Adam asked, as they descended the stairs of the third floor to the second.

"Sometimes I wonder what it would be like traveling freely without..." Gesturing to the guards around them, "then I remember I like being rich," Roselyn said, with a joking smile. "I hope you don't mind, but I invited Selena Wivell; she's the daughter of Duke..."

"I know who Selena is; we hang out sometimes," Adam stated, noting her shocked but gleeful eyes at that news.

"Oh good, I would hate for this long flight to be boring for you," Roselyn said, lightly touching Adam's elbow. "There she is," she stated, giving Selena a small wave as she walked towards them wearing a red off-the-shoulder embellished lace gown. Its straight V-wire notched neckline, cap sleeves, inner grip trims., mermaid silhouette, allover lace with embroidery, sequins, and ribbon work detailed that tantalizing body of hers. Greeting Selena with a kiss on each cheek, "Seems the two of you know each other; you should have told me."

"Isn't that the same robe I saw you looking at in the shop?" Selena shot back with a friendly smile. "Hello, Master Bordun, you have to show me the trick you did at the party last weekend. You should have seen it, Princess. It was amazing."

"Party?"

"You were out on the west coast doing that charity event," Selena said, seeing the sadness in her friend's eyes at missing out on her college years. "You should check with Adam when you want to party, I don't know how, but he's normally at one, knows of one, or is preparing to go to one," she said, shooting Adam a smirk. "Not like you have to leave that building, and you know no one is there that shouldn't be." Selena hoped that Roselyn took the hint. Not as a hook-up, but as someone, she can talk to without being watched over.

"Huh, you didn't strike me as the party boy, Adam," Roselyn said, running her hazel eyes down his body, wondering if she judged him wrong.

"There's no shame in enjoying yourself, partaking of beverages of all manner and sorts, items that warp one's mind if you're into that," flashing her a smirk when they were enclosed in the rear of the limousine as Roselyn sat diagonally across from him, "if you need or want a night off, because I know the stress, I normally leave at eight. You're welcome to join me if you wish, Princess."

"Thank you, Adam; I'll think on it," Roselyn said, in a small voice. As they headed towards the castle with an escort of three guards on each side riding brooms guarding her car as they flew on.

Waelmore Castle...

Amanda was listening to Edward drone on and on about some such thing she could care less about as he chatted with some Viscount she found boring while his wife yammered on about something equally boring as her eyes scanned the crowd for her eldest son. She saw her other children mingling with their own friends. Hearing the light music and the chatter on the air as the nobility meandered around that grand ballroom.

"That's fascinating," Amanda said, in a monotone voice. Wondering if her son had told her that only to mess with her. However, blaring trumpets caused her and everyone to turn towards the very far end of the grand ballroom that ran the length of a hundred yards. The ornate, centuries-old, two-story-tall doors swung open. A sinful smile formed on her lips, knowing what that silly, jogging man in the royal colors meant.

"Your highness, King Aragon the third, Queen Alena, and honored noblemen and women. It's my honor to announce Princess Roselyn Aragon, with Duchess Selena Wivell, of House Wivell, being escorted by Adam Bordun, Sage-in-waiting!"

"Finally," Amanda said, smirking wickedly in her mind when her son's name rang loudly within that hall. Her eyes caught movement from where her daughter once was. Noting how she was walking elegantly towards the King's area to set herself up for the best spot instead of fighting for a spot along the now crowded avenue as the three of them approached.

"Edward, did you know there been a selection?" the Viscount asked, in a rather drawl, snobbish voice.

"I did," Edward nodded, tugging on his robe smugly. "Didn't we, dear?"

"That we did," Amanda said, smiling friendly at the two of them. Noting their progress from the corner of her eye. "Seeing how Adam Bordun is my son, from my first marriage," she uttered, lightly laying her hand on Edward's arm. "After Jason's tragic, tragic death, Edward, in his kindness, his generosity in taking Adam in, in that most trying part of his life. Edward raised him ever since."

"He has a bite to him, understandable of course, so young," Edward uttered in a caring sigh, playing off his wife's excellent build-up. "But through all that, with our guidance," gesturing to his wife, "Adam has risen to such heights," he said, slyly rubbing it in the Viscount's face.

"Yet, he doesn't carry your House name?" the Viscount taunted.

"The boy wanted to keep it to honor his father; I'm sure you, good sir, can understand wanting to honor your father, right?" Edward said, rebutting his question.

Amanda kept her deviousness to herself, knowing, after this night, word would spread about her ties to her son. "See, there's my daughter," Amanda stated, turning and pointing towards Jill as she stood at the edge of the royal platform.

Minutes prior...

"Master Bordun, thank you for the conversation and your protection; it does me well to know my kingdom will be in good hands should a duel be called," Roselyn praised as they stood in front of her mother and father.

"Any time, my Lady," Adam inclined his head. "Your Majesties, Master," he greeted with a bow of his head, "if you'll excuse me." Seeing his half-sister standing there just watching the interaction.

"You... look pretty good, Adam," Jill said, warmly.

"Thanks, nice dress," Adam said, running his eyes down the pink slip dress. Wondering if she was wearing those same pink panties with it.

"Thank you, come. I want to introduce you to my friends."

"As you see, they're quite close," Amanda said, as she turned back to the Viscount as Adam walked off with Jill.

"Yes, I see," the Viscountess muttered. "Come, you must regale me with how you learned your son would be the next Sage."

And so, Amanda spun the biggest lie of them all, telling people that would listen about the party. Yet, only for family, they wanted to keep the news as secret as they could, but they had to celebrate; how could they not? Spinning one tale after another with Edward nodding along, embellishing here and there. Although, her eyes never left her son when she could see him. The clamor of the room died down as two loud trumpet blasts sounded out.

"The first dance of the Royal Gala," the crier called out as the King and Queen took to the dance floor, then the Sage with the Cardinal once the music reached the point of them joining in. How her fear flooded her heart as Adam, with the Princess in hand, joined them.

"Oh my, you must tell me who your dance instructor was," one of the women that clustered around them mused as they watch Adam dance with Roselyn rather well, much to Amanda's own shock and amazement.

Then she noted Junior whispering among his friends. Wondering what that boy was up to. However, that grand, spacious room went deathly silent as a tomb when it appeared to be one of Roselyn's courtiers walked right onto the dance floor and slapped Adam with his velvet glove across both of Adam's cheeks before tossing it to the floor at his feet in full view of Roselyn, the King, and Queen, along with every noble within eyesight of it.

"A common rat such as you has no business touching someone so... refined as to thee," the man in his late twenties sneered. "Do accept my challenge, you cowardly cur?!"

Jill's eyes darted around as the lighting, powered by rune stones, fueled by magjols, began to dim. Noting how her friends were looking around but not really seeing, or sensing in this case, how the magjols were being drawn to a singular point. There were a few others like her; many were those that had served as a battle mage, were looking right at the cause. Her brother?! As quickly as it happened, the room just as quickly returned to its once illuminated state. That was when Jill heard that cold, callous voice of her brother.

"My King, Master, I'm not literate on the ways of personal duels, are they to the death, may I blot out this little noble that thinks his tiny speck of a magjol count, which makes one wonder if you yourself aren't a commoner masquerading as a noble given your weaker than the Earl Mortanhouse's son, can best me. So tell me," a bolt of light flashed outside the window bathing those within reach in its bright blue-white light, "my King, Master, is it to the death?"

"No, young Sage, it is not, a good maiming yes, no killing," King Aragon instructed.

"A pity," Adam sighed. "Very well, little noble, if you wish to challenge me. I won't belittle your sacrifice," he said evilly. Noting how the man paled as his smile matched the wickedness in his eyes. Before Adam sealed that all behind a mask, turning to the Princess, lightly taking her hand into his as edicate would dictate. Placing a soft kiss on the back of Roselyn's hand. "Do forgive my early departure, my Lady. I would not wish to spoil your night any longer with this... rubbish that has suddenly landed at your feet," rising to his full height, "yet it's my presence that has brought this... trash," gesturing to the man, "and I will not be the cause of ruining your night, Princess, along with the rest of yours, your Majesties," Adam bowed before departing the dance floor gracefully.

"Adam, over here!" Selena called out, waving to him as she spotted him through the crowd.

"Hey, Adam," Jill greeted, lightly leaning on the mid-chest high table when Adam pushed through the crowd around them. "Seems you don't need help in learning how to deal with nobles."

"Twelve years of boarding school taught me that," Adam said, with a friendly smile.

"Got to say, did not see that Marquess's son doing that or have the balls for it," Selena said, in a little laugh. "Adam, you know you're going to have to stay in the castle until tomorrow, whenever they decide to hold it."

"Was staying here anyway, the Princess doesn't return until the morning, so this is where I'll be," Adam stated truthfully.

"You have to tell me what staying in the castle is like," Jill said, wondering if he would dance with her.

"Like staying anywhere really, you just have a lot, I mean a lot, of people walking by your room, also... there's the guards," Adam said, with Selena nodding along.

"Wait. Have you slept here before?" Jill inquired, in awe, when Adam nodded.

"Have my own room, not big mind you, but I have my own room for when I have to stay within the castle with my Master."

"Oh, you have to show me..." Looking through the bodies to the dance floor as the band began to play anew. "After you dance with me, thanks for the advice, Selena. Hopefully, we'll see each other later," Jill said, taking hold of her brother's hand and waving to her before pulling her brother into the crowd.

"So... Adam," Jill gazed up into those pale blue eyes of his as they danced, "who taught you all of this?"

"My Master and the tutors the Queen would hire," Adam said, truthfully.

"The Queen, really?!" Jill stated, not believing a word.

"It's not every day I speak to her, but I do speak to her, I have to, kind of in my job description. So she offered to help; that's how I first met the Princess," Adam stated, performing the next moves in the dance perfectly.

"I won't tell Mom; you know what she would be like if she knew you spoke to the Queen regularly?!" Jill asked, shuddering at the thought.

"I do," Adam nodded like he didn't know the lengths their mother would go to. Now that he knew what he was dealing with, he just needed to avoid being alone with his mother until he could figure out how to counter a charm since it doesn't directly target a person, so none of the known wards would protect against an indirect spell.

"Thank you for the dance, Adam," Jill said, once the dance was complete, noting the fuming look on her rival's face. Smirking triumphantly at her as she looped her arm around her brother's and leading him off the dance floor and toward the door that led to the castle's private rooms.

Unaware of the shadow that followed them as Jill's voice held Adam's attention as he led her through the castle. Passing off as a guardian escorting her charge at a reasonable distance to keep an eye on her daughter whenever that shadow was stopped. That inky dark figure crept up those stairs, slinked in those shadows looking for the perfect spot to wait, to hide, to yearn for the meal to come. Listening to their voices from her concealment. Her magic carried a name that figure once used to call him by only for his ears before that cloaked figure darted into his room.

Adam walked back to his room after seeing Jill back to the ground floor. His door shut on its own, casting the room into pitch blackness. The orange light of the candles flared, revealing Amanda's nearly naked body to her son.

"Where did you disappear off to?" Edward asked, the moment Amanda rejoined his side.

"Introducing Adam to some important people," Amanda lied, as flashes of her moans, the way her body moved as Adam plunged that hard cock into her, the way she looked good riding him on that bed, played before her eyes as she smiled at Edward. Wondering if he could smell Adam's cum leaking out of her pussy. Pondering how these higher nobles would laugh at Edward, knowing she was standing beside him in crotchless panties with another man's cum deep inside of her.

"Ah, good, very good, as good parents, we must teach our son how to live in the noble world, isn't that right, my friends?" Edward asked, holding out his left hand to Amanda, who quickly filled it.

"It is, seems good fortune as fallen onto your House, Edward; I'm sure you'll have plenty of the noble houses at your doorstep any time now."

"Possibly," Edward mused in that stylized arrogant nod of his. "But if or when that does happen, and it will, that will be kept in house as the saying goes."

Amanda lost interest at that point, her eyes scanning the room for Adam and her other children. Seeing Jill laughing along with her friends as they clustered around a table. Junior was doing his normal thing that he does at these functions. Boast. Yet when her eyes fell on her eldest son, who was chatting away with the girl who gave them the tour of the college, she saw his confidence and easy going manner, without any boasting. If she remembered correctly, the girl turned out to be a Duke's daughter. A cunning grin played out in her mind at how high her son was flying, knowing Edward could only wish to have the influence Adam has that he won't use.

Her eyes glanced over to her husband as he droned on and on. Wondering if she should take her father's advice. It might not repair the relationship, but it would show that she cared enough to prove that she didn't kill Jason. However, she couldn't say the same with Edward. Wondering what would happen if she dug into this. Her gaze was drawn as one of the Princess's hand-maidens approached her son. Knowing soon, she would be up there with her son as the woman led her son off.

"You've asked for me, Princess."

"Yes, please, Master Bordun, won't you walk with me?" Roselyn asked, with a friendly smile, as she stood on the royal platform feeling her parents' eyes on her.

"Certainly."

"Excellent," Roselyn beamed, "join us, Selena." Smiling down at her childhood friend, nodding to her parents, they knew she would be heading to her chambers after her walk with Adam and Selena.

The Royal Gardens were filled with warm laughter as the three of them wandered those manicured beds. There within those secured walls, Roselyn let some of herself she hid from the public show. Coming to a very secluded part of the garden that she loved where her grandmother used to visit, or so her father told her. Where she, in her wisdom, inquired about what life as a commoner was like, the hardships he saw. As much as she may wish to be someone else, she was the Princess. She was going to rule one day; she was going to at least try to ease her peoples' lives. Also pleased when Adam listened, heard her, even when she and Selena began to speak of things that she could see he had no idea what they were speaking about he was still listening. Speaking for another hour before they parted, to seek their own beds.

"Told you, you'd like him," Selena said, shooting her a look that couldn't be expressed in public.

"Do you think he'll be okay tomorrow?" Roselyn asked, longing for just a brush of her hand.

"Who? Him? Oh, he'll be fine; it'll be over before you know it," Selena said, knowing that was the truth.

Adam stared straight up at the giant fireball that his opponent had conjured. Hearing the voices of the nobles as they stood and sat watching the duel that was taking place on that noble field. Feeling the heat on his skin. Smirking, flicking, and rolling his left hand to the left just seconds before the spell made contact. His mind sent him back to three hours before:

Adam was standing in his room in the clean pair of underwear he kept in the room, same with the clothes in the drawers and closet. Where he had placed in that room just for the occasions, he was trapped at the castle without a change of clothes. Turning his head when a knock came upon it.

"Yes?" Adam called out.

"My Lady, the Princess, would like to invite you to have breakfast with her ladyship out in the garden." The woman's soft voice drifted through the door.

"Are you here to escort me to her table?" Adam asked, reaching for a pair of rather expensive jeans.

"Yes, your Lordship."

"Okay, give me three minutes to get dressed,"

"Very good." Adam raced to his closet; the pants might be suitable as informal wear for breakfast with the Princess, his shirt was a different matter. Seeing the woman giving him a once over as he stepped out of his room. Pulling out his orb when Roselyn's hand maiden shook her head that there was no law against taking pictures in the castle. He noted the woman's red cheeks when he pulled her into a shot. Taking pictures at every angle of the gardens to send back to his grandmother and to irk his mother and Edward to no end.

"Adam, what are you doing? Thank you, Amelia, go eat," Roselyn said, smiling warmly at her friend.

"Yes, your Highness," Amelia said, with a bow of her head.

"Oh, just taking pictures for my sister and a few others," Adam said, pocketing his orb.

"And you have no plans on irking that man, do you?" Selena asked, with a knowing smile.

"Definitely doing that," Adam agreed, matching her smile.

"Selena told me what she witnessed during their tour; I'm sad to say, far too many of the nobles are like that man," Roselyn sighed.

"Everyone has those kinds in their groups; that's not what irks most of us."

"Oh?" Plucking a grape from her plate, "Do tell, what is it that has the people irked?" Roselyn asked, curiously.

"The laws, a noble can get away with mur*er, but say a farmer, if he doesn't meet his tax for say the pigs he grows, he's instantly thrown in jail. While said murderer is walking the streets happy as a clam," Adam said, in a calm, level voice. "Doesn't seem fair, does it?"

"Hmm... true," Roselyn admitted. "It sounds like you've experienced this yourself."

"I have," Adam nodded.

"Maybe someday you'll tell me about it. Well?" Roselyn found Adam's confused look as he took a bite of his crepe rather cute. "What better way to irk a pompous ass than to show that your dining with the Princess," she said, with a devious grin, knowing how, to some people, status was everything.

"Selena, did say you'd be fun," Adam stated with a warm smile. Reaching down, pulling the orb out from his pocket, setting it to take a wide-angle shot to get Selena in the picture as well. For the next hour, he felt his orb vibrating nonstop. He didn't check it until a page retrieved him so he could be sequestered before the duel. It was tradition, or so Adam was told, not that they thought he would run. Apologizing to his sister that he was just now leaving the Princess' side and that it would be rude to check in during a rigorous debate.

"Hello, Jill, didn't think you'd be using my orb wave so soon," Adam said, as Jill's three-inch projected form appeared over his half-dollar-sized orb as it sat in the palm of his left hand.

"Hey, Adam, how was breakfast with the Princess?" Adam felt the corner of his lip lifting at the sound of his mother's gasp and Edward's grumble. Telling him, they were all there together.

"Good, Duchess Wivell was there too," Adam said, for effect, to dig that knife deeper into his stepfather's chest, metaphorically speaking, of course.

"I like Selena; she seems cool. So what are you doing?"

"Right now? Getting locked into a rather fancy room... Wow. Okay, got to give the nobles due. That's some spread," Adam stated, showing Jill what awaited him when he entered that room.

"Wow. Adam. Look at it all. It looks so good!"

"Too bad I've already eaten with the Princess. Oh, they got the lemon tarts and the cheese quiches. Do you want a plate?" Adam asked aloofly.

"What?!"

"Told you, already ate, be a shame for all this to go to waste. So want a plate?"

"Of course, I do! The palace chefs are amazing!"

"True they are," Adam admitted. "Hold on a moment." Tapping the top of the orb and giving out his command to the castle page that was with him. Then once the meals were on the way, Adam told the staff to take their fill of the meal; they all had a hand in its making in some form or another. "Okay, sorry about that," he said, once everything was in place. "It's on its way. Although, I would wait. It will be over before you unbox one."

"You think so?"

"Know so," Adam muttered before popping a lemon tart into his mouth.

"Adam!" Jill shouted as the fire consumed everything around him. Her eyes flickered over to the man who had challenged her brother as he laughed arrogantly as the fires continued to burn.

"Sit down, Jill," Edward grumbled. Eyeing the food boxes, knowing the way the castle servant had spoke to Jill and only Jill, he knew Adam had done it to annoy him to no end.

"Your brother is the Sage," Amanda emphasized while slyly slapping Edward down. "This won't be the end of him," she said; the words she uttered last night flared in her mind when Adam was thrusting that hard cock into her on his bed: 'You feel so good, Adam. That's it, fuck me! Fuck me hard! I'm cumming!" Was her favorite of the night; she did so three more times before her son filled her cunt with his cum. Knowing she was going to have to call their lawyer and see if he could get the police report for Jason's death tomorrow. "See," Amanda nodded as a sheet of water stretched out drenching the ground and the flames without a speck of damage done to his hair and clothing.

"Predictable," Adam sighed loud enough to get a chuckle out of the nobles. "Well, I have things to do, so let's get you, you insignificant gnat, out of the way, shall we?"

Amanda gasped; she knew that spell; it was a spell Jason would use to get a smile from Adam when he was a child. Yet what Jason's spell lacked, her son brought forth as all looked to the sky as the thunder cloud rumbled overhead before shooting down. Striking the tips of his fingers that were pressed against his forehead. No one saw it; how could they the bolt was moving at the speed of light, yet they all noted how the man's left arm tumbled in the air. Blood splattering the ground as it did, landing in a sick, wet thud on the ground. The man's howl filled the air as the pain finally reached the man's brain as he held onto the stump of his arm where his elbow once was.

"You won't be needing that," Adam said wickedly, making the man watch in horror as his left arm, his dominant arm, rotted before his very eyes until there was nothing left of it. Nothing he could use to restore it and have it reattached to his body.

"You bastard!" The man hissed, sweat from his shock beaded along his brow. "I will repay you for this?!"

"Nah-uh," wagging his finger, "you're stupidity brought this upon you. The only one you should hate for losing your jacking off hand, because really -- What noble woman wants a one-armed bandit? -- is yourself," Adam said, earning him another chuckle mostly from the women.

"I'm going..."

"Enough!" The man's father barked out as he stomped towards his disgraced son. "You're mouth has gotten you into enough trouble as it is. Be thankful the next Sage hasn't sent you to where your arm now rests," he growled, forcing his son to bow to Adam. "The duel is won, young Sage; I shall see to my son's injury."

Amanda was forced to stay back as she spied on her son from a distance as the nobles lingered after the duel. Seeing Adam nodding as he spoke to none other than the current Sage. Noting how her hand lingered a little longer than she thought it should have as Holly touched her son's left elbow.

"Where are you going?" Amanda asked, when Jill walked past her.

"To say goodbye, he is escorting the Princess back to their college," Jill said, stopping to look back at her mother.

"How do you know this?"

"He told me last night, why? Want to come say goodbye, too?" Jill asked, with a loving smile.

"Edward, hold this; we do have to make it appear we're on good terms with him," Amanda whispered, knowing how they couldn't let the lies they spread last night ring false. Even if she was working against him now for her own purposes, not that Edward knew anything about that. Edward was so engrossed in his greed and lust for power he didn't even realize she had been fucked last night on the way home or that she had a cunt full of cum as well.

"Of course, dear, we must bestow our praise for winning that duel," Edward said, loud enough those around them to hear. All the while hiding his resentment of Adam deep within his mind.

"Come, dear," Amanda spoke, taking hold of her daughter's hand. "Let's see your brother off," she said, with a motherly smile. Seeing her son's back stiffen when his name left her lips. A knowing smirk rose the corner of her lips as he turned to look at her. "Surely, Adam, you weren't going to leave without saying goodbye, were you? Princess Roselyn, you look wonderful today, I'm Countess Amanda Mortanhouse, and this is my daughter Jill; I think you two met last night," Amanda spoke, doing a little curtsy, as did Jill.

"Ah yes, your brother spoke of you at breakfast," Roselyn mused, seeing how red Jill's cheeks were getting and how she glanced at Adam. "I must see to things before we leave, thirty minutes?" she uttered softly, resting her hand on Adam's right arm.

"Yes, Princess," Adam replied, inclining his head to her.

"So, Adam, speaking to the Princess on your sister's behalf, very brotherly of you," Amanda said, homely, with her fingers interlocked and folded before her. Smiling at Jill's back when she threw her arms around Adam's neck.

"Sorry," Jill said bashfully, backing away after planting a kiss, a kiss she didn't mean to happen, on his lips. "I just can't believe you talked to her about me," she uttered in awe.

"What? You came up, so I told her about you," Adam said, with a shrug. Not seeing what the big deal was. In fact, it was a very big deal; Adam had just grown used to being around the Royal family.

"You didn't have to, but thank you, thank Selena again for me, will you?" Jill spoke in a sisterly tone.

Amanda silently watched the two of them; she now knew the perfect way to get beneath Adam's guard. Her daughter! Adam was too guarded around her, Jill; it seems he was somewhat relaxed around. "Will you be at Mom's and Dad's on Wednesday? Jill is dying to show off the broom she bought."

"Mom, you didn't have to tell him that," Jill hissed low beside her. "You're still coming, right?" she inquired in a cute, small voice.

"Yeah, did say I would... listen I have..."

"No, go, don't keep the Princess waiting," Jill said, with a nod and a smile. Glad that they were talking, building that rapport she had wanted when they were growing up. "Thanks for dancing with me. It really irked some of the cliques at my school."

"Anytime," Adam said, waving over his shoulder as he walked away.

A month later...

Jill found herself sitting in her Hexes and Curses class beside the new friends and some old that joined her at Blodselts, Academy Of The Arcane. For her first week there, it has been hectic. She had to run to her brother when she was so lost. How she could've kissed him when her Professor was about to berate her until Adam jumped in, telling him it was his fault for her tardiness. Ever since the Gala, she was always there on Wednesdays early. Their mother would arrive sometime when Adam was giving her pointers and teaching her some of the things she would need later in the semester so she could already be practicing for when it came time for it. However, the moment they arrived on campus, Junior was in a fit given how Adam's name or his title was being spoken constantly. She noted the gears turning in her mother's mind, and her father, well, her parents were like they always were. It wasn't the first time she wondered how she came out different from all three of them.

Looking around the room when her classmates grew restless when their Professor had yet to show up. Chatting with her friends sitting beside her, asking if anyone heard about their Hex professor being out today or if the class had been canceled. Noting how people wanted to leave yet were afraid to be the first. The ticking of the grandfather clock served as a way to measure the growing silence. Reaching down, nodding to her friends, if no one was coming in the next two minutes, they were going to ditch the class... or that was the plan until the door to the left of her at the bottom of the lecture hall opened.

"Sorry for the delay, class; it seems your normal Professor fell victim to one of her own spells. So until your new professor of Hexes and Curses arrives," keeping his finger in the book to mark his page as his eyes ran over the class, "until then I will cover for whomever they hire," Adam said, in a teacherly voice. "Yes, Countess Mortanhouse?" he asked, seeing his sister in the far back when she rose her hand.

"Sage Bordun, how long will that be?" Jill asked; those around her had their eyes on her.

"The two classes this week and next," Adam stated, looking up at her. "Any other questions? Yes?" he spoke, seeing another hand raised.

"Is it true that you and Princess Roselyn are dating?" Jill could see how his brow knitted in annoyance, wondering how many times he's been asked that.

"No. Any more questions, questions pertaining to the class, not to the Gala, my relationship with the Royal family, or anything else. Good. Now open your books to chapter one," Adam stated, turning towards the blackboard.

"I can't believe you talked to him," one of her friends whispered to her as Jill was taking down notes as Adam spoke.

"If he's not dating the Princess, I wonder if he would go for me." Jill's cheeks heated as they chatted about what they would do if they could date Adam.

"Wait. Jill, didn't I hear that you disappeared with the Sage-in-waiting at the Gala?" Jill's face grew to a new shade of red as she felt her friend's eyes on her.

"Come on, did you or didn't you disappear with him?"

"Yeah, I did," Jill whispered so not to disturb the class.

"What did you do, did you...?" Her friend to the left of her asked, with her tongue poking the side of her cheek.

"Come on, you can tell us, did he bend you over and fuck you?" Her friend asked a little too loudly.

"I would appreciate it if you don't discuss personal things while in class." How Jill just wish she could hide her face in her book as Adam's gaze peered up at her and her group. "Now, class as a group exercise, you all will find the three hexes I placed hidden around the room while you all were copying the board," Adam stated, gesturing behind him. "This is an exercise to see if you have the skills needed to find spells hidden from view. If or when you're called up to the ranks, if that ever happens again, you will need to know how to spot hidden traps and spells the enemy might use against you or your allies. It's the same for duels in case your opponent is a cowardly lot. Now you may work in pairs or in groups. You have the rest of the class to find them. If you cannot, we'll continue this in the next class," he said; as the words left his lips, he noted how the class broke up into little groups.​