"There is no way you will be getting my mother's spell book. This is not witch magic. It elven you wouldn't be able to use it anyways." Allias told her, his eyes showing a very obvious hostility. Amelia smiled and tapped her green colored fingernails on the wooden table. She didn't say anything as she tilted her head to the side and looked at the angered king.
"You need me" she simply stated. Allias gritted his teeth, his fist curling on top of the cold wood as he stared at her.
"You can't have it. It's magic is sacred. It's used by my people to change the seasons, heal and many other things. I can't give it to you." He told her. There was no way he would let her have such a valuable pieve of information. It was simply impossible because it was vital to his people. The spell it contained were powerful, passed by elf to elf as they sat at the higher throne. Even if he did give it to her she wouldn't be able to perform the spells in it.