The reports scattered across his study desk painted a picture of cautious success—Lyralei's forces had withdrawn exactly as promised, trade negotiations were proceeding smoothly, and for the first time in weeks, his kingdom wasn't under immediate threat of annihilation.
Arthur should have been celebrating with his wives, sharing intimate victory bonding that would strengthen their enhanced network even further. Instead, he sat alone in his study at near midnight, deliberately isolating himself from the divine-touched connections that would normally draw his partners to his side.
Through the enhanced bond network, he could feel their concern like a constant ache. Isolde's political worry mixed with personal hurt at his withdrawal. Beatrice's magical analysis probing the edges of whatever was wrong. Urzara's protective vigilance, her orc nature recognizing danger even if she couldn't identify its source.
