Volume Final:
In the quiet of the evening, Theo sits in his chamber, reflecting on the whirlwind of his past six months. It seems like a lifetime ago when he was summoned to Astra, unsure of his role in this mystical land.
He thinks back to the night he first laid eyes on Lily, the fiery knight whose passion set his soul aflame. He remembers their first encounter, the way she looked at him with a mix of defiance and desire.
The prophecy had led him to her, whispering of a destiny greater than he could ever imagine. And together, they had embarked on a journey that would change the kingdom forever.
He recalls the artifact they'd worked to fix, the strange ritual that had left him feeling both powerful and humbled. It was then he knew that his fate was intertwined with Astra's.
The whispers of fate had guided him to Arabella and Beatrice, two women who had captured his heart with their strength and beauty. He'd made them his own, binding them to him in a marriage that was more than just political strategy.
And then there was the fateful trip to the Forest Kingdom, where he'd met Emily. Her grace and courage had moved him, her need for healing had brought them together in a bond that went beyond the physical.
The prophecy had evolved, whispering of new destinies and alliances, adding layers of complexity to their shared destiny. With each bond formed, the whispers grew stronger, their power undeniable.
The nights of passion with Lady June had been like a dream, a gentle breeze that had swept through his life, leaving him forever changed. Her acceptance into his harem as his concubine had been a moment of pure joy.
He smiles, his thoughts drifting to Ely's transformation from servant to equal. Her love had been a surprise, a gift from the gods that had filled his heart to bursting.
The whispers of fate had been with them every step of the way, guiding and shaping their destinies. Now, with each of them carrying his child, the prophecy was becoming a living, breathing reality.
Their honeymoon had been a time of unbridled passion and deep connection, each moment a testament to their unbreakable bond. The whispers of fate had grown quieter, their work seemingly done.
But he knew that this was just the beginning. The prophecy was a journey without an end, a tale that would unfold with each new dawn. And as the stars twinkled outside his window, Theo felt the whispers of fate stirring once more, hinting at the challenges and triumphs that awaited them.
He stood, a fierce determination in his eyes. For Astra, for his harem, and for the prophecy that bound them all, he would conquer the world.
As He thinking, he fell asleep.
After the tea party, Theo retires to his chambers, his thoughts racing with the events of the evening. His eyes drift to the artifact that had started this all, now a silent sentinel in the corner of the room.
Restless, he decides to go for a walk, needing to clear his head. But as he takes his first step, everything goes black.
When he opens his eyes again, he's lying in a cold, sterile room. The smell of antiseptic fills his nostrils, and the beeping of machines pierces the silence.
A woman in a white dress approaches, her eyes filled with concern. "He's awake," she calls out, "Someone get the doctor."
The doctor arrives, a stethoscope around her neck, her eyes scanning him with a mix of curiosity and concern. She shines a light in his eyes, her voice gentle. "Can you hear me?" she asks.
Theo tries to speak, but only a raspy whisper escapes his dry throat. The room spins around him, his mind reeling from the sudden change in scenery.
"You had a car accident 13 days ago," the doctor says, her voice a jolt to his system. "You've been in a coma."
The whispers of fate that had been his constant companions are gone, replaced by a deafening silence. His heart races with the realization that everything he'd experienced in Astra had just been a dream.
"What happened to my life?" he thinks desperately. "Was it all just a figment of my imagination?"
Tears stream down his cheeks as he tries to comprehend the gravity of his situation. His mind is a whirlwind of doubt and confusion.
The doctor's voice cuts through the fog. "Your body is healing, but your mind needs time to recover," she says softly. "You're going to be okay."
Theo nods, his eyes searching for any sign of the world he'd left behind. But all he finds is the cold, unyielding reality of the hospital room.
The whispers of fate, the love of his harem, the battles won and lost—all of it, a mirage. The emptiness inside him threatens to swallow him whole.
But amidst the chaos, a flicker of hope remains. The prophecy had been so vivid, so real. Could it be that his journey in Astra was not just a coma-induced fantasy, but a message from a world that truly needed him?
The beeping of the machines becomes a distant echo as he drifts back into unconsciousness, the whispers of fate calling to him from across the veil. His destiny was not over; it was merely waiting for him to find his way back.
"Please let me back!" Theo thought while tears flowed from his eyes.
Was Everything Just a Dream? Or .....