Shadows Behind the Morning Light
The plates rested bare before them, spread out on the sheets like the spoils of a victory already secured. There lingered in the air a faint aroma of toasted bread and roasted meat, mingled with the cool crispness of the air. Leon had enchanted a cleaning spell on them before, the type that removed crumbs, stains, and even the slightest hint of grease from the silk sheets. Despite that, the heat of their communal breakfast remained clung to the air.
The women sat in a loose circle around him on the massive bed, hair falling in different colors that caught the morning light, eyes soft and playful as they lingered on him. The bed looked nothing like a place meant for sleep anymore—it had become their dining hall, their gathering ground, their space of laughter and intimacy.
