The massive shadow of Venya's Veythar dragon form glided smoothly through the sky. The wind whipped past them gently, carrying the fresh scent of clouds and distant forests. On the dragon's broad, scaled back — Aiden's growing family rode together toward their residence.
Nyssa sat near the center, cradling little Elara securely against her chest. Valerina sat beside her, looking a little nervous but excited, while Eliza knelt obediently near Aiden, ever the perfect maid, waiting for any command.
The rest of the wives were scattered around, chatting animatedly — Luna and Ebba laughing together, Lysandra speaking softly with Thristle and Vegia, and the others exchanging stories about the day.
But Aiden's attention was focused entirely on the beautiful tsundere demoness currently sitting on his lap.
Selvara had been reluctantly pulled onto him midway through the flight.
