Fenris lifted his brows before humming to dismiss the matter. He started the morning service, and everyone ate properly. Unlike the last time, Henrik didn't have the time to glare at those women. He was more focused on deflecting the pinching and poking fingers of his 'mothers.' Eann was tasked to feed Lufian, but the infant wanted Kanaru to carry him.
The meal was so normal that it made Fenris feel so weirded out. He expected some of them to leave or scream angry words. Ultimately, it was only Melaka—the woman he had known and cared for more than a decade. The rest of them understood. He was the dictator king they served; he could do everything he wanted to them.
That counted lying to them for as long as they stayed in the harem court.
