Upseting by this misalliance, Ramies called the princess for a conversation, coming into her room:
"I don't understand your choice, Luanlia. You like me, you invited me to spend the night with you, but you preferred this inexperienced young man, who is too early to have a love relationship. I thought you liked me. Is this some kind of protest on your part?"
"I feel good with Gedeon, he's the same height as me, he doesn't suppress me with his magic, he doesn't read my thoughts, and caresses with him are simple, not causing very sharp sensations that make my head spin. Everything is simple and pleasant, just like people do. But unlike mortal men, he evokes desire with his unearthly beauty and sensitivity, so I could not resist him."
"Am I not gentle with you? Not handsome? How am I suppressing you? A head taller and larger in size, but this shouldn't stop. You admitted that our kiss was magical. Why don't you want to continue? I love you and expect reciprocal feelings."
Luanlia sighed heavily.
"There are too many of you for me. Adivaris requires a lot of attention, I get tired of him and fall asleep while he caresses me. I can't handle this amount of adoration."
"I can take you to the world of fire, where you can ask for magical powers of creation. It doesn't take much time and you'll like it, I promise."
"Is it possible to get a teleport?"
Ramies chackled.
"Well, no, even I can't get such an ability. This is magic of the highest degree, requiring serious strength to implement. Avilena has a teleport, but I won't be able to copy it for myself. It is normal to exchange energies not only for bliss, but also to gain new strength. Each of you gives passage to a higher dimension where magic enters the body. You'll need sparkling creativity for now unless you want to spend several months learning it. Besides, you're pregnant..."
"Why do you think so?"
"I see the embryonic crystal in you. Adivaris has finally decided on an elite son," Ramies said confidently. "So he loves you very much."
"How do you know that he is the father? Maybe it's Gedeon."
"Your pet is a weak half-breed and will be infertile for a long time due to the lack of strong magic, without which crystals cannot be formed to start new life."
"And when will he become fertile?"
"In two hundred years, I suppose," - Ramies explained mockingly.
"It's a bit long to wait," the princess was surprised.
"For immortals - normal. There's no hurry."
Ramies looked demandingly into her eyes.
"I am waiting for your consent to regular meetings."
"And how often? And if Amirel demands more, how will I deal with you?"
"He still has enough blackwinged girls and he knows that there are many who want your attention. He won't be pursuing you anytime soon."
"Who else wants me?" Luanlia frowned.
"I told you before, plus the King himself."
"Well, no, he considers me weak and will not seduce me."
"It will happen! He loves variety and you won't even notice how you find yourself in his arms."
Ramies approached the princess and began showering her with caresses.
"Come with me to the world of fire, and you will become a sorceress tomorrow."
***
Magic suddenly covered the princess, shocked by yesterday's closeness. Ramies fulfilled his promise, sending them both into the plasma dimension, and awarded Luanlia with the sparkling power of creation.
When she woke up, her hands abruptly shook, and sheaves of fiery dust fell from her fingers. She screamed in fright and alarmed the sleeping Adivaris with her reaction.
"Did the magic come from Ramies?" Her husband muttered displeasedly. - "After all, that womanizer persuaded you to have sex, so here's a bonus for you from his love.
"What should I do about it now?" Luanlia exclaimed, looking at her silent hands in confusion.
"You can create any things and objects in moments.
"Wow! How?"
"The power of imagination will help you! Mind what you want and it will take shape. Try not to litter, clearly formulate your desire."
Luanlia jumped out of bed and thought hard about what to imagine. She dreamed about something as a child. Once upon a time, in the window of one store, she saw a stunningly beautiful doll created by syrinxes. As a girl for whom her mother could not buy such luxury, she spent a lot of time at that place, studying every detail of the elegantly made toy: her silky blue hair framed her pink face with large blue crystal eyes, and her chic white dress with many bows and multi-colored ruffles, strewn with rainbow rhinestones, it amazed her imagination.
These distinct memories made it possible to unexpectedly quickly create a likeness of that same doll. Piece after piece fell into her lap from a whirlwind of fiery motes escaping from her hands, and the enthusiastic princess soon assembled something similar to her childhood dream.
Adivaris, squinting, spied on his wife's creative efforts and smiled at the sight of the result obtained.
"Excellent imagination for a novice sorceress. It turned out great the first time. Not expected! What is your favorite doll from childhood?"
"Yes, but not mine! I looked at it in the shopwindow for a long time until it was bought."
Luanlia, without hiding her delight, admired her handicraft.
"Why did the syrinxes need dolls? Did the boys play with them?"
"No way. It is unacceptable for them to see such toys. They were created only for little princesses. A very rare item. I can assume that you had the same one when you lived among us. A hidden memory drew your attention to her. Favorite objects from past lives can evoke memories."
Luanlia's eyes suddenly widened with a surge of feelings.
"Yes! I remember this... My winged mother made me such a doll."
She sat down and cried, clutching the toy to her chest.
Adivaris ran up to her and hugged his wife.
"Yes, this is the same life where we were together. I was young then, returned from military service, grew my hair to my shoulders and began to dream of your favor."
"And what? Did I reject you or not?"