The morning after the wedding.

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The first light of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. I stirred, feeling the warmth of my wives beside me. The events of the previous night played back in my mind—the vows, the celebration, the profound sense of unity. As I opened my eyes, I found Lily nestled against my side, her breath gentle and steady. Anastasia was on my other side, her hand draped across my chest, and Maliha was curled up next to her, her head resting on my shoulder.

For a moment, I simply just lay there, admiring their beauty and savoring this very moment into the depths of my soul. But even in this serene moment, I knew that our next adventure awaited us, and the responsibilities we carried were vast.

I gently shifted, trying not to wake them. But Lily's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at me.

= Lily: "Good morning, my love," she whispered, her voice still soft with sleep.

"Good morning baby," I replied, kissing her forehead.

= Anastasia: ( stirred, her half open, deep violet eyes meeting mine. ) "Is it time to get up already?" she asked, a hint of reluctance in her voice.

"Yes, my love," I said gently, also kissing her forehead.

= Maliha: ( opened her eyes and stretched, showing a mischievous smile. ) " Last night was really amazing and I slept so well, definitely can get used to this lifestyle. I also have something really important to discuss about, that will be very beneficial for the sect and to also spread your name dearest husband. "

( After also kissing her forehead, just the same as the others. I locked eyes with her. ) " Good morning beautiful, let us discuss everything you have to share after we shower and get cleaned up. "

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We took our time getting out of bed, savoring the last few moments of peace before the day began. Hand in hand, we made our way to the bathing area, a spacious room with a large, open onsen like bath filled with steaming water and flower petals floating on top. The room was adorned with intricate tiles and soft, glowing ethereal cosmic starstones that bathed everything in a gentle light. Balls of holy / light essences dancing around everywhere, providing a healing effect to the area.

As we sank into the warm water, I felt the tension of the previous days melt away. Lily nestled against me, her head resting on my shoulder with a wet white towel on top her forehead, while Anastasia and Maliha relaxed nearby, the steam rising around us like a comforting mist.

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Maliha's expression turned serious as she leaned forward slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Before meeting you guys, I've been gathering information from my contacts in the underworld. The reappearance of the Lost City of Aztara has caused quite a stir among the most powerful factions around the world and the southern continent is becoming full of powerful people and clans who will either become friend or foe once the moment our paths cross."

= Lily: ( tilting head cutely while looking curiously. ) "The underworld? How do you have such connections?"

= Maliha: ( smiled slightly, a hint of pride in her eyes. ) "Before I met you all, I had to survive on my own as an assassin. I built a network of contacts and informants, trading secrets and favors. This network has proven invaluable in acquiring information that is not readily available to the general public."

= Anastasia: ( eyes widened with interest.) "And what have you learned about the Lost City?"

= Maliha: ( continued, her voice steady. ) "Aztara is believed to be a place of immense power, filled with ancient artifacts and treasures that can change the balance of power in the world. The city has been hidden for millennia, its location lost to time. But recently, clues about its whereabouts have surfaced, and now every powerful force in the world is turning its eyes toward the southern continent."

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 08, 2024 ⏰

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