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Desire

If the other two Gifts had been intense, the Lady of Love’s drink was power divine. The slightest touch, a few pleasantries – with the three Gifts it was all mine.

It was ironic, then, that once I could have anything (and anyone), I realised that I was missing one final gift. One that others had, but I couldn’t quite seem to grasp.

The Lords of Desire smiled and gestured at an empty place when I approached. Despite everything, I grinned back as I took the seat. The drinks had a sparkle of their power within that set my heart aglow, and it was late into the night before I even remembered my question.

“So are there any more of you that I have yet to meet, by any chance?”

And at once, the conversation ceased. It was the Lord of Power who coughed into his napkin to break the silence.

“There was once, long ago. He left long ago, and we don’t really talk of him anymore. I wouldn’t worry too much.”

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