Aiden hovered above Edda, his blue eyes, dark and intense, fixed on her face.
Around them, the other wives lay scattered, a tapestry of sleeping forms.
Aiden had already teleported Seraphina and Nivira. Serpahina, was obviously, reluctant to go.
Aiden had informed the queen in the process about the new house and kidnapped the huge bed from his bedroom for him and his wife to sleep.
Aiden leaned closer to Edda, his breath warm on her cheek. "Everyone's asleep, my love. Just us now."
Edda's cheeks, already flushed from the day's events, deepened to a fiery crimson.
Her mossy violet eyes, usually so calm, darted nervously around the vast expanse of the bed, then settled on Aiden. "Y-Young Heart… they're still all here…"
"They're also pretending," Aiden whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her.
