Nero was happy that his family had finally been reunited, and he cherished the warmth he felt whenever he was with them.
Although Nero spent his nights with his wives, those moments were fleeting, consumed almost entirely by lust and passion.
His business with them was simple—bodies entwined until dawn, leaving little room for anything else.
But now, it was different. For once, he had the freedom to remain by their side not just through the night, but throughout the day as well.
He could linger in their company, speak with them, watch their smiles, and savor the quiet warmth that came with their presence.
For days, if he wished, he could simply stay—sharing not only their bodies but their lives.
For a while, he allowed himself to relax, laughing freely and enjoying the rare peace that life had granted him. Yet beneath the surface of his contentment, impatience brewed like a storm waiting to break.
