And gods help me…
some part of me wanted it.
Which, frankly, was terrifying.
Because if I was already entertaining thoughts of world domination at the tender age of four with the magical control of a drunk squirrel what would I be like in ten years?
Worse, I wasn't even the most enthusiastic person in the room about this whole "conquer the world" thing.
No. That title belonged to my four very eager grandparents, who now looked at me with a mix of pride, excitement, and barely restrained murderous intent.
Saelira, ever the calm strategist, clapped her hands gently. "Now that you understand the scope of your potential, we can begin."
"Begin what?" I asked warily.
"Your training," Ilythia said with a serene smile. "You can't rule an empire without knowing how to properly intimidate your subjects."
Eryndor grinned, cracking his knuckles. "Or how to crush rebellion before it starts."
