The three great seraphim, Gabriel, Uriel, and Cassiel, stood a few feet apart, their bodies stiff and unmoving, their faces displaying nothing but pure happiness.
Actually, calling Gabriel's and Uriel's expressions happiness would be an understatement.
It was pure ecstasy, something angels without free will had never felt before.
The minds of the three angels were working like never before, as if they were in overdrive.
They had come here believing their king had summoned them because he had finally acknowledged their worth, perhaps to give them their first orders or at least a taste of responsibility.
They did not understand what had led to it or why it had happened, but their king had suddenly declared that they would become his wives.
Not just one of them, but all three women among the Seven Great Seraphim.
They knew he had not summoned them solely to take them as his wives.
After all, if that had been his intention, why summon Michael and the others as well?
