The fire in the hearth burned low, its golden glow dancing across the walls of the spacious chamber. The faint crackle of burning wood blended with the soothing scent of lavender that filled the air. Adrian lay back against the headboard, his broad chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The warmth of the room was matched by the presence of his wives, who surrounded him with love and quiet devotion.

At his side was Lady Evelina, the matriarch of his family. Her silver hair shimmered in the firelight, and her piercing blue eyes softened as she gazed at him. She rested her head on his shoulder, her fingers lightly tracing the scar over his heart. Evelina’s presence was grounding, a steady anchor in Adrian’s life.

“Do you ever think about how far we’ve come?” she murmured, her voice soft yet filled with wonder.

Adrian turned to her, brushing a strand of her hair back from her face. “Every day,” he replied, his voice low and steady. “And every moment with all of you reminds me how fortunate I am.”

Her lips curved into a gentle smile as she leaned up to kiss him. It was a slow, tender kiss, unhurried yet full of meaning. When they parted, her eyes sparkled with warmth. “You’re not the only one who feels fortunate,” she said softly.

On his other side, Lady Catriona chuckled, her fiery red hair catching the light as she leaned against him. Her green eyes danced with mischief as she trailed her fingers down his arm. “Evelina’s right,” she said with a grin. “But we can’t let you get too comfortable, Adrian. You still need to be reminded just how much we love you.”

Adrian laughed, turning to her. “Do I?” he teased, his hand sliding to the back of her neck as he pulled her closer. Their lips met in a kiss that was playful at first but deepened quickly, the spark between them undeniable.

Catriona grinned as they pulled apart, her hands lingering on his chest. “You’re lucky you have us,” she said with a wink.

“I remind myself of that every day,” Adrian replied, his tone affectionate.

At the foot of the bed, Lady Seraphina sat gracefully, her long, flowing black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her serene beauty seemed almost otherworldly, and her calm presence filled the room. “It’s funny,” she said, her voice soft and melodic, “how you still try to carry everything on your own after all these years.”

Adrian’s gaze softened as he reached for her, his hand resting gently on her cheek. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said, his voice filled with quiet resolve. Their foreheads touched briefly before he leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was slow and deliberate, filled with a sense of unspoken understanding.

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“You’re stubborn,” Seraphina murmured as they parted, her dark eyes searching his.

Adrian smiled. “I’ve heard that before,” he said, his thumb brushing over her cheek.

Behind him, Lady Rosalind wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her golden-brown hair cascading like silk. She pressed a kiss to his temple, her gentle touch soothing. “You don’t have to carry it all alone,” she whispered, her voice filled with quiet conviction. “We’re here, Adrian—always.”

Adrian tilted his head back, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was both tender and reassuring. Her hands rested on his shoulders, her touch grounding him.

“You’ve always been the heart of this family,” she said softly.

“And you’ve always been its soul,” Adrian replied, his voice thick with emotion.

Lady Helena, the Sword Saint, approached the bed with a confident stride. Her short-cropped blonde hair framed her striking features, and her presence radiated strength. “All this heavy talk,” she said with a smirk, “and none of you are reminding him how lucky he is to have me.”

Adrian chuckled as she climbed onto the bed, settling beside him. “Oh, I don’t need reminding,” he said, his hand sliding to her waist. He pulled her closer, their lips meeting in a kiss that was fiery and passionate, much like her.

“You’re still as bold as ever,” Adrian said as they parted, his hand resting on her cheek.

“And you still love it,” Helena replied with a wink.

Seated nearby, Lady Valeria adjusted her glasses, her dark curls framing her elegant face. She had a scholarly air, her sharp mind always evident in her gaze. “I’d say we’ve done a good job reminding him so far,” she said with a small smile.

Adrian reached for her, his hand brushing against hers. “You’re always the voice of reason, Valeria,” he said, his tone affectionate.

She leaned into him, her lips finding his in a kiss that was slow and deliberate. When they parted, her hazel eyes sparkled with warmth. “Even I have my moments,” she said softly.

Finally, Lady Isabella climbed onto the bed with a playful grin. Her youthful energy was infectious, and her adventurous spirit shone in her sparkling brown eyes. “Enough talk,” she declared, draping herself across Adrian’s lap. “Let’s focus on reminding him how lucky he is to have all of us.”

Adrian laughed, his hands settling on her waist. “Oh, I’m reminded every day,” he said, his voice warm.

Isabella’s kiss was playful at first, her laughter spilling between them, but it deepened quickly, her fingers threading through his hair. “You’re everything to us,” she whispered as their foreheads touched.

As the fire burned lower, the night deepened. The room became a sanctuary of shared whispers and soft laughter. Each touch, each kiss, was a reaffirmation of their love—a bond that had only grown stronger with time.

Adrian pulled the covers around them, his wives nestled against him in a tangle of limbs and warmth. Their breaths mingled, their bodies intertwined as they drifted into a peaceful quiet.

Evelina pressed a kiss to his temple, her voice a soft whisper in the stillness. “Whatever the future holds, we’ll face it together.”

Adrian’s lips brushed her forehead, his heart full. “Always,” he replied.

And in that moment, surrounded by the women he loved, Adrian knew he could face whatever lay ahead.