Night time had arrived, casting long, peaceful shadows across the Royal Palace of Lugnica.
Thanks to Arthur's swift, decisive action, the political machinations had abruptly ceased, leaving Emilia free to focus on the essential task of stabilizing the newly formed, unified government.
Sona, the newly appointed chief political strategist, watched Emilia and Rem retreat toward the residential wing.
The sheer volume of work—formalizing the agreement with the former candidates, creating a seamless bureaucratic transfer, and dealing with the now leaderless Earth-based guilds—was immense.
Yet, her mind was fixated on one image.
Arthur's promise to visit his little wives tonight.
Sona, who had observed the intense reunion and the subsequent pragmatic acceptance of the new sister-wives, suddenly felt heat rush to her face.
She was aware of the physical power Arthur Leywin Stark wielded, and she knew the nature of a True Dragon's passions.
She imagined the intimate reunion—the display of affection between them—and her blush deepened severely.
"I have a lot of work to do. I have to clear my mind,"
She muttered, adjusting her glasses with a sharp, professional motion.
She needed to anchor herself back in logic and duty.
She went toward the kitchen, intent on drowning her inappropriate thoughts in a cup of strong, black coffee, resolving to work until dawn.
Emilia and Rem reached the master bedroom—a massive, opulent suite that felt less like a royal chamber and more like a sanctuary.
Emilia changed into a light, elegant nightgown, pacing restlessly.
The calmness she'd maintained during the day's political duties evaporated, replaced by nervous excitement.
"What should I do, Rem? I don't know what to do,"
She asked, turning to the maid who was carefully laying out the bedclothes.
Rem smiled softly, her eyes full of warmth and confidence.
She, too, had changed into a simple, light nightdress, ready for whatever the night might bring.
"Don't worry, Emilia-sama. Rem is with you. Rem will teach Emilia-sama everything!"
Rem affirmed. She had to help her Lady.
She knew that when Arthur's Dragonic Aura and powerful nature took hold, the experience could be overwhelming, even for a battle-hardened former Oni.
Rem had experience; she knew that Arthur, in his current state, could sometimes lose the finer control of his vast power during intimate moments, occasionally causing accidental structural stress.
She had been there during the intense period following his evolution into the True Dragon.
Fortunately, Rem thought, she knew they would not be alone.
Rem knew that Great Red, the Dragon of Dreams, and Ophis, the Infinite Dragon God, were deeply tied to Arthur's existence after he had literally consumed and re-forged the concepts of power and time with them.
They wouldn't tolerate any unnecessary harm coming to their "Dragon Gods' Partner" or his wives.
Their presence, Rem knew, would act as a gentle, non-verbal safeguard to ensure Arthur maintained his control, even during the most passionate display of his terrifying power.
"He will be gentle, Emilia-sama,"
Rem promised, taking Emilia's hand and leading her toward the bed.
"And tonight, we will show him how happy we are to finally have him home."
…
The air in the master bedroom of the Royal Palace didn't shift; it simply became different.
One moment, the room was solely illuminated by soft candlelight; the next, a heavy silence settled, accompanied by the gentle surge of Magicule that Arthur could produce.
He had arrived.
He stood by the enormous bed, his gaze locked on the two women who were his emotional anchors in this reality.
He was clad in simple, dark attire.
Emilia gasped, her nervousness vanishing as she was overwhelmed by the tangible connection to him.
Arthur didn't speak.
He crossed the short distance in two strides, his focus absolute.
He didn't approach cautiously; he came with the full, desperate hunger of a warrior who had fought cosmic battles and finally returned to his sanctuary.
He reached out and fully embraced Emilia, pulling her against his chest.
His arms wrapped around her slender form with an intense, proprietary strength that was both terrifying and utterly reassuring.
"Emilia,"
He murmured, his voice a low rumble, filled with the exhaustion of duty and the immense affection that transcended worlds.
"My Queen."
Emilia buried her face into his neck, letting the comforting scent of him—ozone and ancient magic—wash over her.
Her inhibitions dissolved in the raw joy of his return.
Rem was there instantly, her actions born of deep experience and protective love.
She guided Emilia, helping her navigate the sudden, overwhelming force of Arthur's embrace.
Rem's own touch on Arthur's back was a non-verbal cue, a subtle reminder of their shared intimacy and his need for control.
And then there were the cosmic stabilizers.
From the swirling depths of the Dimensional Gap, the presence of Great Red and Ophis manifested not in physical form, but as intangible anchors.
Great Red, the embodiment of the "Dream" of all existence, flowed through the room as a comforting, velvety warmth, ensuring the reality remained stable.
Ophis, the manifestation of "Infinity," subtly dampened any stray fluctuations of Arthur's Reality Blending, containing his power to the confines of the room.
The combined, guiding forces of Rem, Great Red, and Ophis provided the perfect environment: total emotional freedom secured by absolute, controlled power.
The remainder of the night became a timeless blur of profound connection.
Arthur shed the mantle of the Cosmic True Dragon and the political warrior, allowing himself to be wholly consumed by his wives.
Emilia—now Queen, now lover—shed the final vestiges of her hesitation.
With Rem's experienced, loving guidance, she met Arthur's powerful passion, realizing that the burden she and Rem feared was, in fact, an intense, shared energy that left them feeling exhilarated and more anchored to their own existence than ever before.
The opulent master bedroom bore
silent witness to the reunion.
The power in the room was immense, yet beautifully restrained.
The terrifying power force was channeled into exquisite devotion.
The Dragon's Aura surrounded the three of them like a warm, protective barrier, locking out the world.
As the first faint light of dawn threatened the horizon, Arthur held his two exhausted, smiling wives close.
The night had passed with their shared memories and new experiences intertwined, the perfect balance of cosmic power and human love restored.
The True Dragon had returned home, and his world, for the moment, was at peace.
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