Zorath leaned against the doorframe, watching his father with a relieved smile. The light fabric of the curtains swayed, brushing against his arms as the gentle evening breeze flowed into the chamber.
The scent of medicinal herbs lingered in the air, mixing with the natural musk of the males gathered inside.
"Father, how do you feel?" Zorath asked, his voice steady yet tinged with concern.
Kaelon exhaled deeply, his golden eyes softening as he tightened his embrace around Nivara, who lay curled against his chest. He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead before meeting his son's gaze. "I feel better already."
A wave of relief passed through the room. The males of Nivara's harem, ever protective of their female, exchanged glances of quiet gratitude.
Their dominant presence had been subdued ever since Kaelon had fallen unconscious, but now that he was awake, the tension in the air dissolved. Their female would finally be able to rest properly.
