Chapter 32: Pelleas

Helemoira stared at me with a look of bewilderment. "You cannot be serious?" She questioned me incredulously. "And your soldiers are on board with this insane plot?"

I grinned like a youngling and nodded. "A few of them haven't given their answer, but most of them have already said yes." Cyran and Haldir nodded and reassured Helemoira that it was a good plan, and one that they supported entirely.

"Supporting it and taking part are two wholly different things. You are talking about turning an entire military company of high-fae into vampires."

"Strategically, it is the wisest move," Cyran told Helemoira. "It would put us on an even footing if not leagues above the two other hosts of fae."

"And what of the downsides?" She asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Inherently, there are none. We gain strength and immortality and with that we will be able to protect you and the priestesses here. It's a good plan, High Priestess Helemoira."

"Just Helemoira, please."