The Alpha Kings let out a collective exhale.
The tension drained from their broad shoulders, replaced by a profound, unified awe for the woman who commanded them.
With the politics settled for the evening, the family returned to the grand hall, fully surrendering to the chaotic, heartwarming reality of their family.
The rest of the evening was a beautiful, sprawling portrait of domestic bliss. The sprawling central parlor had been completely overtaken by the abyssal treasures. Axel and Onyx were engaged in a fierce, tactical battle using the unbreakable leviathan bone toys, while Torian acted as the roaring, theatrical monster they had to defeat.
Iris was draped in the shimmering, waterproof abyssal silk, twirling in front of the roaring hearth as Kaelen gently clapped his hands to a Northern folk rhythm.
Even little Zale, cradled securely in Caspian's arms, was babbling happily at a massive, glowing pink pearl resting on the mahogany table.
