The privacy wards dissolved as Arthur and his partners composed themselves, the intimate grounding session complete. Two hours had passed since their preparation began, and now the real performance could start.
Around the tactical table, his key advisors waited with carefully controlled expressions though the charged atmosphere from Arthur's enhanced presence made their professional composure challenging. The divine restoration had left him with effects that were difficult to ignore.
General Hawklight cleared his throat, his eyes carefully avoiding how Queen Isolde's dress still clung to her flushed skin from their recent intimate coordination. "My lord, with your System restored, we could press our advantage while Lyralei remains weakened."
