The Hint of War
Lyan blinked awake as the early morning light streamed through the windows of his grand bedroom. The rays fell upon the oversized bed that had grown larger over the days to accommodate his ever-increasing family of women.
He could hardly remember the last time it was just a modest, normal-sized bed. Now, it was a grand sleeping arrangement that could comfortably fit twenty people, and even then, it sometimes felt just about right. Lyan chuckled to himself, careful not to disturb the sleeping forms that lay nestled all around him.
The peaceful expression on each of their faces made Lyan's heart swell with warmth. Last night's "activities" had been more than a little intense, and now, the entire room was enveloped in a cozy atmosphere. He took a deep breath, his gaze shifting from face to face—Surena, Belle, Wilhelmina, Althea, and the others, all lying sprawled, limbs entangled, their chests rising and falling in the gentle rhythm of sleep.