Her words left me dumbfounded, and I struggled to maintain control as the other self within me stirred. "What are you saying, Mother?" I asked, my voice rising in concern. "I could have hurt someone, hurt Elara, hurt them badly. You love me, care for me, but they don't know me. It would have been wrong."

She gazed into my eyes, her expression intense, before sitting up and cupping my face between her hands. "You need to understand who you are, my love," she said, emphasizing her words. "You are a royal, a Nocturnal, the future of House Aestherisin. Your awakening yesterday proved that you are more than true, that you will be bestowed with great power. But it will also bring you great madness, and make you unstable."

She paused, her eyes burning with an inner fire. "We are not humans, my child. We wear this human skin, living and talking like them, but we are different. The beast you speak of is us. We live to satisfy our desires, and it makes us stronger. You shattered your physical limitations yesterday, and now you need to break through the shell of morality and propriety you've built in your mind. Embrace who you are."

Her words made my head spin, and for the first time, I realized that I needed to break free from my previous teachings if I wanted to survive in this world. "Do you mean to say that no one would have minded if I had hurt someone yesterday?" I asked, my voice laced with uncertainty.

"No, my child," she replied, her voice high and lofty. "You could have taken anyone in that hall, or in this castle, or estate, and no one could have said a word. Not their husbands, their fathers, mothers, or children. You are to be the patriarch of House Aestherisin. Your presence commands obedience, your word is law."

I could feel my inhibitions loosening, the beast within me roaring in my mind, making the process easier. "I will try, Mother, but it will take me some time to accept such a change," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, a hint of a smile on her lips. "It seems that keeping you sheltered has caused you to develop some misconceptions," she said. I could understand why she thought that, after all, she had always been kind with me, stern but never cruel with anyone in front of me. And it was easier to reach that conclusion than thinking that her son was a 70-year-old human who had lived his whole life with the same morality.

Though I couldn't lie, having absolute power sounded too good to be true, I could feel myself becoming freer as I tried to come to terms with not having to enforce restrictions upon myself. The process also made me feel like I had merged a little with the beast inside me, augmenting my senses but also making my thoughts churn. I had to get used to that now.

"But what if I had really hurt Elara yesterday, Mother?" I asked, the only question still ringing in my head.

She shrugged, her expression nonchalant. "So be it. She is no child now. I am sure she wouldn't mind," she replied, making me feel like she was giving me free rein.

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a dark, twisted thought forming in my mind. "Now, let's get you cleaned, my love," she said, getting up from the bed, her form bare before my eyes.

"Okay, Mother," I said, standing up beside her, my cock almost completely erect as the beast within me stirred, filling my head with dark and twisted thoughts.

And we made our way towards the washroom, the tension between us palpable.