The divine city's central plaza was alive with energy, music drifting through the air, colorful stalls lining the wide cobblestone paths, and the scent of grilled meats, sweet pastries, and fresh flowers everywhere.
Aestrea walked at the center of the group, surrounded by all fifteen of his women. The sheer size of the gathering drew plenty of stares, but he paid them no mind.
"You really meant it, didn't you? All of us at once," Vivian, walking gracefully on his right, glanced up at him with a soft smile.
She seemed to still be a little skeptical, but now that they were on the plaza... all of them realized that he was actually telling the truth.
"Of course, I did."
"I'm still processing this. I thought you were joking when you said it in the bath." Christina, clinging to his left arm, let out a small laugh.
From a few steps behind, Zeva called out with a grin, "If there's no fighting allowed, I'm going to be bored in ten minutes."
