Enchanted wooden cribs of various designs lined one entire wall — some carved from starwood that gently rocked themselves, others with floating canopies that projected constellations and soothing lullabies. Soft, magical blankets folded neatly in rainbow stacks, each one woven with temperature-regulation. Shelves overflowed with plush toys, nutrient-rich potions for lactating mothers, and decorative mobiles that danced with real stars and protective sigils.
Aiden walked slowly down the central aisle, hands still in his pockets, his crimson robe swaying behind him as he observed everything with a critical yet satisfied eye. The sheer variety impressed even him.
"This place is perfect," he muttered under his breath.
Lunara purred approvingly in his mind.
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[It really is, Master. Look at those cribs… the quality is top-tier. Your children are going to sleep like royalty.]
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