The grand dining hall glowed with warmth as Aiden and the freshly bathed wives entered together. The air was thick with the scent of Edda's delicious cooking and the lingering fragrance of bath oils on the women's skin.
Aiden walked in wearing a sleek black shirt with subtle embroidery that clung to his toned chest and broad shoulders, paired with dark pants and boots. His long silver-white hair flowed loosely, framing his sharp, handsome face and piercing blue eyes. He carried an aura of calm confidence and quiet power.
The wives entered behind him, all looking hazy, flushed, and blissfully satisfied from their intense time in the bath. Their bodies still glowed with lingering heat and moisture, skin dewy and sensitive.
