Archer spent the following days in the palace as the Alliance fled the southern part of Thrylos, thanks to the devastating losses they took from his Shadow Creatures and Olivia 1st Fleet raiding their ships along the shores.
Within days of Draconia taking Avidia, stories spread across the world of him becoming the world's big bad, evil, but this didn't bother him or the won, as they found it amusing and joked about it.
When the Draconian soldiers heard the rumors from the Avidian traders, they laughed and celebrated their emperor's new reputation. Weeks have passed since that day in the bedroom.
Now he was waiting for Leira and Mary to give birth, as he enjoyed becoming a father. He was walking through the palace while carrying Freya as he fed her using a bottle he created using mana, and she ate greedily.
This made him smile as he spoke. ''No need to drink it that fast, I'll bring out more if you're still hungry.''
As the words left his lips, her bright blue eyes shone with so much love that it took his breath away, but he shook his head and continued trekking through the corridors while heading for the gardens until he bumped into Edith, redith, and Hali, who were chatting.
The three won smiled when seeing him and kissed his cheek gently instead of swamping him as he had a bundle of joy in his arms. When Freya spotted the group of won, her gaze lit up as she pushed the bottle away.
Her tiny voice filled the corridor with delighted babbles, her chubby arms stretching eagerly toward the beautiful snake woman nearby. Her wide, sparkling eyes locked onto Hali. Who froze for a mont, her eyes widening in surprise at the baby's invitation.
But then, a warm smile softened her features. ''May I hold you, my little lady?'' Hali asked.
He smiled when seeing her expression change as if Freya's outstretched arms had unlocked a hidden softness. She couldn't help but fawn over the little white haired girl when he handed her over.
''Oh, how I've missed those precious, rosy cheeks of yours,'' she comnted in a silly voice which made the baby happy.
Archer, watching the exchange as Freya's tiny legs kicked excitedly. ''It seems these little ones have a knack for stealing everyone's hearts,'' he said while sensing Neoma and Kela sleeping. ''They adore spending ti with each one of you.''
Hali cradled Freya close, her fingers careful yet confident, as the baby giggled and patted at her hair. The sight of the snake woman's smile, paired with the little one's infectious joy, seed to weave a quiet magic into the mont, which he loved.
Following that, Edith and redith started fawning over her just as Elara sent him a ssage. 'We have cleared out Avidia completely and have begun construction efforts across the continent. Do you want to co take a look?'
When he heard this, he asked Sia if he could take Freya, and she agreed. After five minutes, Hali handed the baby back. ''She's amazing, Arch, I hope our child is as cute as the little princess here.''
Archer grinned widely before leaning in close, his voice dropping to a low murmur that carried a playful edge. ''Co to my room tonight,'' he said, a mischievous smirk appearing. ''I'll put a bun in your oven, darling.''
Hali's yellow eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing her gorgeous features as a flush deepened the rich bronze of her cheeks. For a heartbeat, she seed caught off guard, her poised deanor unraveling under the weight of his bold words.
Then, Archer's low, rumbling chuckle broke the silence, the sound warm and teasing, as if he delighted in her flustered reaction. She quickly regained her composure, her lips curving into a sly, confident smile that matched his energy.
Monts later, she tilted her head, her black hair catching the light, and her tone dipped into a sultry tone. ''Oh, I'll be there, handso,'' she replied.
Hali drew back, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. As she stepped away, redith glided forward, her golden hair shimring like woven sunlight, her erald eyes radiating a captivating, almost ethereal warmth.
Her presence filled the corridor with a burst of energy, as if the very air brightened in her wake. She clasped her hands together, her cheerful voice ringing out like a chi, brimming with gratitude and delight.
''Thank you so much for letting us help the little ones!'' redith said, her tone full of infectious enthusiasm.
She glanced at Freya, who babbled happily in his arms, her tiny face lighting up at the sound of her voice. ''Honestly, everyone stops by every single day just to see these darlings despite the ongoing war. They've stolen all our hearts, haven't they?''
Archer chuckled, his gaze softening as he watched the babies respond to redith's energy, her hands waving in excitent. ''Can't say I bla them,'' he replied, smiling. ''These three have that effect on the harem. You should see Brooke, she spoils them rotten. Always pampering and kissing the girls' faces, which they love.''
redith leaned forward, her eyes twinkling as she wiggled her fingers at the baby, drawing a giggle. The sight of her so effortlessly connecting with his daughters sent a quiet warmth through his chest.
Edith enveloped Archer and Freya in a flurry of affectionate kisses, her warm laughter filling the air as she spoke. "I must go to Ella and Leira," she said, her voice soft. "The little ones are wearing them out, and they desperately need a mont to catch their breath."
Archer's brow furrowed, a concerned expression appearing, his protective instincts flaring. Sensing his unease, Edith stepped closer and placed a gentle hand on his arm. Her eyes, filled with quiet reassurance, t his.
''They're perfectly fine, my love, so don't fret,'' she said warmly. ''I'll see to it that they get all the rest they need, I promise.''
Following that, Archer promised to spend ti with each of them when he gets back from checking out Avidia. The three won were happy and rushed off toward Ella's room, where Leira was relaxing.
He used the dragon tattoo to teleport to Elara, who was in Emberport City, sitting in her private chambers. The Dragonkin beauty bead when seeing him, but her smile grew even wider when she saw the fluffy-haired baby staring at her.
The older woman rose gracefully and approached with a warm smile, her voice gentle. ''So this is little Freya. She's the spitting image of you, but Sia's blue eyes suit her perfectly.''
She paused before the baby in his arms and leaned in close. ''Hello, sweet one. I'm your mama, Elara. I'm sorry we haven't t sooner, I've been here, helping your daddy.''
When Freya heard this, she replied, babbling just as Archer held her out, offering her a charming grin. ''Would you like to hold this bundle of love? I want her to et all you girls as you're a part of my life.''
Elara's face lit up at his words, her eyes sparkling as she eagerly reached for Freya. She cradled the baby close, her touch tender yet firm, as if she'd been waiting for this mont forever.
Archer watched, his heart warming, as Freya's curious gaze locked onto the redhead's gentle face, her tiny hands twitching. A soft chuckle escaped him as Elara began showering the little one with love.
''Oh, look at you, my precious girl,'' she cooed in a lodic, singsong voice, her tone as warm as a sumr breeze. ''So beautiful, just like your mother, but that joyful spark in your eyes that's all your father's.''
Freya giggled, her tiny body wiggling and bouncing in the older woman's arms. The sight drew laughter from the couple, their shared joy filling the room with a lightness that felt almost tangible.
They settled at the table, and he busied himself preparing a cup of tea for Elara. anwhile, Elara fussed over Freya, who sat on the table, snugly wrapped in a soft, knitted blanket, her little face peeking out as she basked in the attention, utterly content.
As Archer set the steaming teacup on the table, he glanced up. ''How are things faring here? Up north, we've united all the empires under our banner, their rulers firmly on our side.''
Elara t his eyes, her expression clouded was full of worry. ''I've dispatched food supplies to every region to prevent starvation. But Aisha reports that famine has taken hold in Pluoria.''
She paused, her voice softening. ''Perhaps we could establish a fortified outpost there to distribute aid? It could earn us the continent's gratitude.''
Archer nodded thoughtfully. ''A wise plan, Lara. Draconia's surplus can sustain Pluoria's people through this crisis,'' he said, his tone resolute.
Their conversation shifted to the fortifications on the western continent, strategizing how to shield them from the relentless Alliance hordes while the baby intently listened, prompting the couple to speak about her.
''Should we let the fish bite her little toes?'' Elara comnted with a grin as she grabbed Freya's foot, causing her to laugh.
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