Despite everything I'd done—and the things I was now strong enough to do—I still had enough manners not to spend the night with all five of my fiancées in the Imperial Palace.
Even I had limits. Even I had tact.
So instead, I teleported us to my private penthouse. The one Reika maintained with obsessive precision, where every surface gleamed and every detail reflected the care she poured into creating a sanctuary for the people she loved.
After tucking Stella into her room—her small body finally surrendering to the exhaustion of an emotionally overwhelming day—and getting down to business for hours, I stood in my bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror that had witnessed so many moments of my previous life.
