"Good! Very good! Hahaha!" Darian's laughter shook the room, deep and booming like thunder.
"That's how a real man should accept his summons — no whining, no running away. Not like your brother, Vaelric, always trying to shirk his duties." His grin widened. "But tell me, Sylvaris... how did you end up here?"
The giant of a man, over two meters tall and built like a walking fortress, crossed his arms over his massive chest, waiting. Despite his intimidating size, Darian's heart was even bigger. He genuinely cared for Sylvaris — his disciple, his boy.
Sylvaris nodded, smiling faintly, and gestured toward the bed where the girls sat quietly. He introduced them one by one — Liraeth, Faylira, and Lilith — presenting them as his future wives. Lilith frowned at the title but didn't openly object, only lowering her gaze in stiff silence.
