Becoming the Elf King's bride
He then frowned as a thought occurred to him.
“Tell me,” he said, raising the necklace. “What colour is this?”
Vathar gave him a look of pure confusion. Was this a trick? Or was he mocking him?
“Answer me,” Dareth snapped.
“It’s black,” Vathar replied, still glaring. “The necklace is completely black. Now give it back. It's mine.”
Dareth looked again. To him, the necklace was definitely silver but to the human, it was black?
He gasped, realising something then suddenly, he threw his head back and laughed. It was a long, wild, disbelieving laugh that echoed around the street.
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