That evening, the quiet of the courtyard was broken by the soft tap of footsteps. Lady Mirelle had come, bearing rare herbs and a teasing smile.
"You've been spending too much time with that boy," she chided lightly. "I demand training too."
Kaelen raised an eyebrow, amused. "Training… or a reason to spend time with me?"
She leaned closer, voice soft but playful. "Why not both?"
As he guided her, their hands brushed. Sparks of energy danced faintly where skin met, subtle yet undeniable. Kaelen felt something he had not felt since Earth—a warmth that was both thrilling and comforting.
The first seeds of his harem were planted, not through force, but through respect, admiration, and connection.
And in that quiet courtyard, under the setting sun, Kaelen felt the first stirrings of a family legacy that would one day shake the world.