My Dearest Reader,
When you hear my story, perhaps you will think me a man unable to control his own hungers...his own temptations. But I warn you that I am no such thing. I am simply a man who knows what he wants, and what he can't live without.
It is only fair to tell you that my clan is one descended from magic. I have learned these powers are both a blessing and a curse—for the magic that flows through my blood controls my fate utterly and completely.
When I first saw the beautiful Loris, I knew she was my unoliaeth, my oneness, the woman I am destined to unite with for all eternity. At that moment, I allowed my passion to lead me to do the unthinkable: I employed a forbidden magic to win Loris's heart.
How did I know that my error would lead to a black curse that still haunts me today? How could I have known that the curse would irrevocably cast Loris' affection for me to another man?
Now I am left to ponder how I might win Loris back—black curse be damned. I believe there must be a way. For while it is the darkest realms of magic that keeps Loris from becoming mine, there is another power at play: the undying, unending love of one man for one woman. And I pray that in the end, that will be enough...
Your obedient servant,
Kian Seymour, Castle Tylluan, London