The morning after the… extensive lessons… Alaric stirred, leaving his two prized students, Lyra and Cassandra, still lost in the deep slumber of utter exhaustion amidst the ruins of their schoolgirl uniforms. He moved with a quiet, predatory grace, his Archmage power having left him invigorated rather than depleted. A simple cleansing spell erased the night's exertions from his skin, leaving only the deep, lingering satisfaction of a master whose pupils had performed exceptionally well.
He found Princess Griselda in her private sitting room, her face lighting up the moment he entered. Her innocence, her untainted adoration, was a refreshing palate cleanser after the delicious depravity of the previous night. She rushed to him, her arms wrapping around his waist in a trusting, affectionate embrace.
"Husband! You're back!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with pure, unadulterated joy. "I missed you so much! Did your… work… go well?"
