The First Wife's Embrace
The air in the grand sitting room was comfortable, the golden radiance of enchanted lanterns casting shadows on the fine gleaming walls of the Moonspire mansion. Leon was towering in the middle of the room, wearing his characteristically black tunic adorned with golden fringes, but it wasn't for his stance or imperial posture that everyone's gaze went to him—it was that the red-haired beauty was draped around him like the missing part of his broken heart, home at last.
Rias Moonwalker—his daughter, his first wife, the very first woman he'd encountered in this world upon his arrival—was holding on for dear life into his chest. Her arms were crossed over his waist in the possessive fervor of a woman who'd waited far too long. Her face was hidden in the solid heat of his chest, her breathing tickling through the fabric. She pushed her head further into him, her little purrs resonating in the air like a happy kitty, back to her secure and cozy spot at last.
