Ethan returned to his office drenched in sweat, his face and body covered in golden lipstick marks.
His cock was still throbbing faintly, and Ysara's scent clung to his skin, warm and sweet.
They'd been training, and afterward—with Evelyn and Mireya leaving to meet Elena—Ysara had taken the opportunity to drain him dry.
She really didn't give him much of a break, though it wasn't like he was complaining.
Over the past few days, he'd done nothing but spend time with his wives and, of course, his mother and dear aunt. But now it was time to get to work.
Tomorrow would be the big day: the announcement of his child. And soon, the Lords who had accepted his invitation would arrive in Goldenveil.
Ethan sat at his desk, lost in thought, fingers tapping a slow rhythm on the wood while the scent of ink and parchment filled the silent room.
He already knew that not everyone would come.
