The first light of dawn filtered through the grand windows of the guest room, casting a warm glow over the opulent furnishings. Alaric stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he took in the bright morning light. He had moved back to his original position on his bed, careful not to wake his mother and reveal his nighttime exploration of her voluptuous body. He stretched, his muscles aching slightly from the tension of the previous day, but his mind was clear and focused.
Lyra woke up shortly after, her ocean blue eyes reflecting the morning light as she sat up in bed. She looked over at Alaric, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Good morning, moonpie," she said, her voice filled with warmth and affection.
"Good morning, Mother," Alaric replied, returning her smile. He felt a sense of excitement and anticipation coursing through him, knowing that today was the day of the Magic Duel.
