Another one
He owned Alexander’s sword, Tell’s crossbow. He owned weapons of every kind, from every nation. Weapons brought power just as money brought power, and what he loved above all else was power. The power to command, power to destroy.
There were few who could resist his power and only one who held more. But he’d thought he’d even had a weapon against that one. How could compassion, love, overcome the power to destroy the world?
But she told him no and walked into the arms of her bespectacled beloved. Someone else wielded that weapon against him. And he hated it.
Still polishing.
