The living room was full.
Too full.
Aiden's wives stood spread across the space, shoulder to shoulder, laughter and chatter filling the air as the academy uniforms caught the light. The fabric was a rich deep crimson, heavy and luxurious, trimmed with golden piping that traced every edge with refined precision.
Each uniform followed the same prestigious design.
A fitted crimson blazer hugged the upper body, tailored sharply at the shoulders and waist, its edges lined in gold. The academy crest was stitched proudly over the chest—ornate, formal, unmistakably noble. Beneath the blazer, crisp white shirts peeked through, paired with elegant ties or ribbons depending on the wearer.
Flowing behind them were long crimson capes, lined with shimmering gold satin on the inside, clasped at the shoulders with engraved golden fasteners. When they moved, the capes swayed heavily, giving every step a dramatic, authoritative presence.
