Weeks passed, and the bonds deepened.
Serenil began including the four girls in royal meetings, strategy sessions, and training. It wasn't just marriage anymore—it was partnership.
Each day, he'd spend time with one, getting to know her strengths, weaknesses, and dreams.
With Astarotte, he discussed politics and war. She sharpened his cunning.
With Piglette, he gardened and studied. She grounded his emotions.
With Liselotte, he laughed and played. She rekindled his innocence.
With Roanna, he read and meditated. She deepened his insight.
One evening, they all sat beside him on the tower balcony. Below, the capital shimmered like stars spilled across stone.
"You're all so different," Serenil said softly, arms around them.
Roanna leaned against his chest. "And yet we're all yours."
Astarotte laced her fingers with his. "We'll fight for you."
Piglette whispered, "And love you."
Liselotte shouted, "And smooch you too!"
They laughed—truly, deeply.
Serenil looked up at the sky. For once, it wasn't filled with fate or shadows or power. It was just a sky. And below it, he was loved.
"I won't let any of you go," he whispered. "Ever."