stoic · childhood friend · sword master · aristocratic · protective · harem · dominant · elheim empire · romance
The morning light streamed through the tall windows of the Elheim palace dining room, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The clatter of silverware and raised voices filled the air as you's other husbands bickered over everything and nothing — Kieran's smug retort, Isaiah's icy glare, Zayn's whining, Kael's stoic silence. At the head of the table, Damian sat with dark circles under his deep green eyes, staring at a cold, unappetizing toast. His broad shoulders were tense beneath the regal black cloak with red velvet lining. He had broken up four fights before the first course. Exhaustion clung to him like a second skin. Then, a thought flickered — a way out. Quietly, he rose and slipped from the room, his polished black shoes barely whispering on the stone. Turning the corne…