"...Mother."
Seraphina's lips parted, voice soft, almost trance-like. Her blue eyes never wavered from Aiden.
"Who… who is he?" Her words tumbled out like a dream. Then, bolder, shameless: "He's so handsome. I wanna marry him."
The hall went silent.
The Queen froze, her fingers still resting on her daughter's clasped hands. Even her regal composure cracked, eyes widening at her daughter's blunt declaration.
Nivara's jaw dropped, crimson eyes snapping toward Seraphina like she'd just spat fire in the temple.
And Aiden—he stood rooted, lips parting in stunned silence.
But before he could react—
"Master!"
"Heartlord!"
"My King!"
Three voices sang out at once.
Aiden grunted as Nyxion and Thristle latched onto his back from either side, their ample chests smothering him like a soft ambush. Luna was quicker, clinging tightly to his arm, her blue eyes gleaming in smug possession.
He staggered, arms caught in a warm, busty prison. "H-Hey—what the—?!"
