When I woke, a jolt of disorientation hit me like a thunderclap. Georgien and Hayden were sleeping in the bed before me, utterly transformed. Their once-ragged platinum blonde hair gleamed unnaturally under the dim chamber light—no, wait, it was platinum blonde now, shimmering like polished silver. The jagged scars that had mapped their battle-worn bodies like cruel tattoos had vanished, leaving flawless skin that glowed with an otherworldly vitality.
What the hell? I was the emperor now, absolute ruler of this empire, and these two were my men, bound to my will. They can't change their appearances without my permission. This sounds weird, but that's the truth.
'Mimi!'
The white ball of light materialized in a swirl of ethereal mist, darting around my head like an overexcited firefly. It pulsed and bobbed, attempting a pout that came off more like a flickering tantrum.
