The morning sun crept softly through the tall crystal windows of the royal chamber. A golden beam of light broke through the curtains, falling gently upon two bodies tangled beneath silver sheets. The light touched Xavi's face first. He stirred, his eyes fluttering open to the sight of Josephine sleeping soundly in his arms — her head resting on his bare chest, her white hair scattered like silk against his skin.
He smiled faintly as fragments of the previous night flashed through his mind — her lips, her touch, the way she had whispered to him without words, speaking only through her eyes. He leaned in, brushed his lips across her cheek, and exhaled a quiet laugh when she stirred but didn't wake.
Careful not to disturb her, Xavi slipped from the bed and pulled the sheet higher to cover her naked body. He padded silently to the adjoining bath chamber. The sound of running water filled the air, then stopped. By the time he emerged, Caius was already outside the door, bowing respectfully.
"Your Majesty," Caius reported. "There are no royal duties or cases for the next two weeks."
Xavi let out a deep sigh of relief. "Two weeks?" He almost smiled. "Finally."
It meant time with his family — something rare and precious.
When he returned to the grand hall, he found Adris already awake, dressed neatly for school. The little prince was floating lazily in the air, munching on fruit and yawning.
"Morning, little one," Xavi said.
Adris smiled brightly. "Morning, Papa!"
Before Xavi could respond, a maid and a royal guard entered. They bowed deeply.
"Your Majesty, the Queen has important guests who wish to see her."
Xavi nodded. "Inform her once she wakes."
But at that moment, a tiny voice echoed through the corridor.
"Hiii, Mama!"
Adris had already flown toward the royal chamber, giggling as he burst inside. Josephine stirred awake, rubbing her eyes as her son kissed her cheek. Her smile — quiet and radiant — was enough to melt any heart.
Xavi disappeared into the closet to dress. The soft sound of splashing water followed as Josephine bathed and dressed herself in a royal purple gown, her hair braided down her back. Adris stood on tiptoe, his small hands holding a tulip flower. He placed it in his mother's braid with a proud grin.
Josephine touched the flower and smiled, signing softly with her fingers, Thank you, my heart.
The closet door opened, and her heart skipped a beat.
Xavi emerged — tall, striking, dressed in an all-black ensemble: a long double-breasted overcoat, a matching waistcoat, dark trousers, and polished shoes. The monochrome suit gave him an aura of power and mystery — elegant yet dangerous.
Josephine's cheeks turned red instantly. She looked away, pretending to adjust her gown.
"Mama, why your face like tomato?" Adris asked, touching her cheek in confusion.
She shook her head quickly, trying not to laugh.
Xavi chuckled. "Because your mother is too beautiful for her own good," he teased.
He then told Josephine about her upcoming duties and mentioned that he had packed a small bag — he'd be staying in Zephyria for a while.
Downstairs, the rest of the gang was waiting.
"You're going to Zephyria?" Theron asked.
Josephine nodded once.
"WAIT FOR US!" the group shouted in unison, rushing off to pack.
Theron embraced her tightly. He was now the, Grand Prince of Dravenor and married to his husband Rhory."
Outside, the carriages were lined up. Xavi gave strict orders to the guards:
"Bring my son to Zephyria after his classes. No delays."
Queen Olyida and Queen Kendra joined them as well.
"BYE MAMA! BYE PAPA!" Adris shouted, waving his tiny hand from the balcony.
Josephine waved back, smiling.
Xavi turned to the others. "We travel uncovered. No titles, no marks. Zephyria must see us as its people first."
They all agreed.
In another carriage, Xoni and Anesthesia sat together. Anesthesia had fallen asleep mid-sentence, her head tilted awkwardly as the wheels rattled. Xoni sighed, gently steadying her head onto her lap.
"I really need to stop venting my anger on her," she whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her wife's face.
Meanwhile, in her own carriage, Josephine sat silently, gazing out the window. The wind teased her braid as her thoughts drifted.
He is the most handsome, most dangerous, and most loving man in all the kingdoms… no wonder women chase him. What if I wasn't his wife?
Xavi, seated across from her, smirked — having heard the thought clearly in her mind. He leaned forward, caught her lips in a deep, slow kiss. She smiled against him, her fingers resting on his chest and he carried her into his arms and unbuttoned her gown as her plum big boobs flowed out he looked at her and smirked as he took her right nipples into his mouth Josephine rubbed his head softly while he suck her milk Hmm…he said with satisfaction she rolled her eyes Xavi took both breasts into his mouth as Josephine moan in her thoughts Xavi smiled at her sucked her tenderly making her tremble.
When the carriages arrived in Zephyria, the air was crisp and cold, carrying the faint scent of moonflowers. Xavi placed a black mask over his face — a symbol of his hidden identity.
Josephine stepped out, her breath visible in the chill. Xavi immediately brushed his thumb across her cheek, checking her eyes as though the cold might harm her. Then, in a rare gesture of tenderness, he kissed her forehead.
"I love Queen Josephine's marriage," one maid whispered, plucking flowers nearby. "He's so caring and gentle with her."
"Only for her," another replied with a soft smile. "I hope I find a man like that."
Josephine entered the great hall of her purple crystal castle. As soon as she appeared, the room fell silent.
"ALL HAIL THE QUEEN OF ZEPHYRIA!" shouted Assia.
"HAIL!" echoed the court, bowing deeply.
Xavi stood behind her, hand resting on her shoulder before ascending the stairs. The assembled guests rose to greet her.
King Alaric of Elarion — half siren, half vampire — stood beside his wife, Queen Elaris, a serene forest elf cradling their newborn.
Next to them stood King Ardyn of Valtheris — half lamian, half wizard — and his sisters, Princess Lyria, a raven hybrid, and Princess Elara, a full banshee with haunting silver eyes.
Josephine's gaze flicked toward Xavi. He gave her a small, confident nod.
A dark blue mist began swirling around her. The guests gasped softly.
"What's happening?" Elara whispered.
The smoke coiled tighter — then faded — revealing the Queen of Zephyria in her true majesty. Her gown had transformed into a floor-length masterpiece of black silk. The bodice gleamed gold, sculpted like armor, reflecting light like molten sunlight. The cape flowed endlessly behind her, and on her head sat the Crown of Zephyria, glowing faintly with divine power.
Xavi extended his gloved hand to her. She placed her palm on his, her white eyes glowing faintly as she ascended the steps and took her throne.
"Hail Queen Josephine of Zephyria," the crowd chanted once more.
Four hours of meetings and negotiations followed. Discussions of supplies, borders, and alliances filled the air. Josephine remained silent but commanding — every gesture, every glance carrying the weight of a thousand words.
By the time the sun began to lower, she was visibly exhausted.
Xavi, ever watchful, stood beside her throne, his hand lightly pressing against her back whenever he felt her fatigue. When the room turned their attention elsewhere, she tugged his mask down and kissed him — a quick but passionate kiss that left him slightly stunned as he smacked her bubble ass.
He chuckled, eyes warm. She smiled at him before sitting again. He smacked her lightly on the hip, earning her silent glare — and his quiet laughter.
Moments later, the sound of small footsteps echoed through the grand hall.
"One… two… three…"
Everyone turned.
The little voice giggled. "Five… six… seven!"
Josephine's eyes widened — she knew that voice.
From behind the guards appeared her son, Prince Adris, floating up the steps with his tongue sticking out in concentration.
"Whose child is this?" asked King Ardyn, half amused.
Adris stopped at the base of the throne, looked up at his mother, and grinned.
"HI, MAMA!"
He flew straight into her arms. Josephine, breaking her royal stillness, caught him and held him tightly, her expression softening completely.
"That's her child…" murmured Queen Elaris, smiling.
A maid stepped forward and bowed. "Lunch is ready, Your Highness."
Josephine stood, still holding Adris's hand. Xavi offered his arm, and together they walked toward the dining hall.
"Take the mask off," Josephine signed with a playful look.
Xavi chuckled. "No, baby. It stays on."
She pouted. He only smirked, amused by her expression.
They dined lavishly — roasted meats, fruit platters, gold-laced pastries. Everyone watched as the Silent Queen lovingly fed her son. Adris's small chair was pulled close beside hers, his laughter echoing through the hall.
"Who is your husband, Queen Josephine?" asked King Ardyn.
Before she could sign a response, Assia stepped in smoothly. "He is a king."
"Of which kingdom?" Princess Lyria pressed.
Lyra smiled politely. "That remains… personal."
The guests exchanged curious glances but let the matter drop.
Anesthesia clapped her hands. "Jojo! We must have a grand party for you!"
"Yes!" the gang echoed.
Adris gasped excitedly. "Yes, Mama! Party!"
Xavi, emerging briefly from the corridor still masked, nodded in approval. Josephine sighed and nodded too, giving in — to which everyone cheered.
A guard leaned close and whispered something in her ear. Her expression shifted instantly. She stood up, motioning for silence.
Down the hall, Xavi was already leaning against the wall, waiting. She approached him quietly.
Red smoke began to rise around her body.
"Jojo?" Xoni called softly.
The Dread Mask appeared over Josephine's face, dark armor and twin swords forming across her back. In a blink, she vanished into the mist.
Xavi's eyes flared the same shade — and he disappeared after her.
The others stood frozen.
"Alright," Queen Olyida said after a long pause, clapping her hands. "Let's make a list for the party!"
Everyone hurried to prepare decorations for Zephyria's grand celebration.
Hours later, when peace had returned and Zephyria slept under the moonlight, Xavi and Josephine collapsed together on their bed, wrapped in each other's warmth.
Adris floated in quietly, curling between them with a sleepy smile.
And there — the King, the Queen, and their little prince — drifted into sleep, safe within the heart of Zephyria.