The crystals beneath Max's feet responded to his every step, changing color wherever he walked as if they could sense the emotions stirring within him while he made his way toward the royal chambers. Guards and workers greeted him with relieved smiles, grateful to see that their king had returned alive and unharmed.
Yet despite his calm expression and steady pace, everyone could sense that something was wrong. An unfamiliar coldness surrounded him, though none of them dared to question their king about it.
Max pushed open the massive doors leading into his chambers, where his two beautiful women sat together on the bed, quietly chatting as they awaited his return. The moment he stepped inside, their faces blossomed with soft, delicate smiles, while the love and relief shining in their eyes could have melted even the coldest heart.
