Soon, the official engagement came to an end. The sky turned pitch dark as the once flourishing streets turned calm and silent, only the sound of shops closing echoing along with some tired groans. Lantern lights dimmed along the long pathways.
Aether, who was standing on the balcony of the Palace, looked at the empty streets and flickering lights of the capital. A gentle breeze flowed before his face, sliding across his cheeks as he combed his hair while staring at the city.
Today, a lot of things happened… and especially he officially got engaged.
There was nothing much to tell. Well, he was living with his wives, and it didn't matter whether he engaged or married them. They just called him husband… so he didn't feel the difference in the word.
Their lips still called him the same way, their bodies still clung to him with the same warmth, their eyes still held him with the same hunger.
