A man reincarnates in the Overlord world prior to YGGDRASIL's shutdown. Taking the opportunity for what it is, he tries for any advantage he might manage to secure himself a fantastical haven in the New World! No Harem. Outside POV. AU. No game ling...
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Day 1 after the Transfer Albedo 1
It was but an hour ere the crack of dawn when her eyes fluttered open, free from drowse. The dulled glow of the shadowed room greeted her, golden vision uninhibited by the absence of luminescence, and the star-ceiling glamour waned with the fading dark.
An early rise, she felt. It was much unlike her usual wakes, where the orange sun would greet her whole and warm, and her dreams were more vivid joys than the present lack thereof.
Yet it was not an unpleasant slumber, relaxed and comfortable as she was settled in her husband's safearms, whose rest still carried strong, as heard by his low snores.
And much as she would like to stay in his embrace forever long— the heavens knew there was no greater place she loved more than in her beloved's arms— important duties awaited her. Unless she wanted unrest and rush in her day's schedule, an early start would award her the necessary mindset for it.
After all, it was a grand day.
With a low sigh, she eased out of the large bed and her love's arms, the dark satin covers smoothing off her pale skin with barely any struggle suffered.
Careful was she not to disturb her heartsworn's sleep, but fluency was a long-taught grace to her person of noble birth.
Her naked feet touched the soft grey carpet, the light brush of it bringing a small smile to her plump lips still a harsh cherry from the past night's sensual smooch. She did stretch too, so unashamed of displaying her bare form in this room of countless passionate nights.
Though a thin line of liquid seed trailed down her right thigh. Yet she found little care for it as much of the precious thing remained locked in her abdomen, chancing to grant her most desired wish in this fairy life.
The small smile on her lips stretched wider at the image of her yet-to-be birthed spawns, her jet-black waist wings fluttering slightly too.
Oh, it was a beautiful life she dreamed for them. Little precious things running around the marvellous castle with smiles the mimic of a crescent moon.
And her son, the boy-heir. He would be like his father, her little prince with hair as pale as the winter snow and eyes gold with charm and sovereignty. Would he not be the pride of the empire yet-to-be built, his name sung by bards and mummers lands far.
The world would be his as was the right as his father's blood, and through him, it would achieve unseen heights.
Not to be lost in her fantasies, the winged woman gave a slight shake to her head, her long black hair shimmering at the action as was the glow of the dim lights.
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