He had allowed Cruxius significant personal freedom, yes, but only because he had genuinely believed that his intelligent son would eventually understand the true value of deep loyalty and unwavering commitment—just as he himself had once done when he first met Cruxius's stunning mother.
But this? A massive, lustful harem?
He ran a heavy hand through his greying hair in deep, mounting frustration.
'Did I make a fatal mistake in his upbringing?' The Head had been a wild, passionate young man once, heavily indulging in fleeting, breathless relationships with beautiful women. But when he had finally met his late wife, all of that meaningless lust ended instantly.
He had ruthlessly left all other women behind. He had firmly thought Cruxius would do the exact same when the right, powerful woman came along to claim his heart and his bed.
But now, Cruxius was clearly not interested in any such binding commitment.
He wanted a hedonistic harem.
But that absolutely wouldn't do.
No.
