Mag-log inThe palace of Valora had never known a day without chaos, but that morning began differently. A soft hush lingered in the royal chambers, broken only by birdsong drifting through the tall windows. Then— A piercing shriek. “Carl!” Ariel suddenly leaped from their bed, her hair flying wildly as she dashed toward the bathroom. Carl, lying half-asleep with his hair in a tousled mess, blinked lazily at the ceiling. Then the memory of everything slammed back into his brain—the sleepless nights, the never-ending crying of infants, the seven miracles that had turned their palace into a nursery. His heart stopped cold. “Oh no… no, no, no,” he muttered, springing out of bed like a soldier under attack. He stumbled after Ariel and pressed his ear to the bathroom door, whispering cautiously, “Ariel… please don’t tell me you’re throwing up again?” Her muffled voice shot back, sharp and impatient. “What the hell, Carl? How many months are the kids no
The honeymoon days had passed in golden bliss. For Adrian, Lilian, and Charlotte, every sunrise had been filled with laughter, playful quarrels, and boundless affection. But as all seasons do, the honeymoon too came to an end. On their last morning, Charlotte stood by the balcony of the seaside villa, gazing at the horizon with dreamy eyes. The waves shimmered under the kiss of dawn. She sighed softly. “I will truly miss this place,” she whispered, clutching Lilian’s hand as though afraid the memory might slip away. Lilian chuckled, brushing a loose strand of hair from Charlotte’s cheek. “You sentimental goose. Yes, it was paradise… but now we’re going back to real life. And real life, with Adrian, is about to be much more exciting.” The two women exchanged a conspiratorial smile. When Adrian finally emerged from the room—still rubbing sleep from his eyes—they both linked arms with him. “Ready, Your Highness?” Lilian teased. “Whether you’re ready or n
That night in the hotel, the atmosphere was calm and glowing with soft golden light. The curtains swayed gently with the night breeze, and the city lights glittered far below like a thousand stars. Charlotte leaned against Adrian’s shoulder, her smile gentle and full of warmth. Her voice was soft but firm, like someone speaking from the depth of her heart. “Thank you, husband,” she whispered. “I’m so excited… I never thought I’d find such happiness.” Then, turning her gaze to Lilian, Charlotte’s eyes shimmered. “And thank you too, Lilian, for making me part of this family. I never imagined an orphan like me could share a home—and a husband—with the president’s daughter. It still feels like a dream. Ariel was the first to give me hope, but you, Lilian… you did not reject me. And finally, our husband—our crown—accepted me too. How could I not be grateful?” Lilian’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. She reached for Charlotte’s hands, gripping them with sincerity.
The honeymoon began with laughter. Charlotte and Lilian, glowing in matching silk gowns, walked hand-in-hand down the polished marble steps of the hotel while Adrian followed a few steps behind. His head was bowed, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his mind still reeling from the absurdity of everything that had happened at the wedding. God has truly blessed me, he thought silently. But how do I even thank Him? Me — a man with two wives. Am I dreaming? When Charlotte glanced back, she saw her husband lost in thought, his brow furrowed as though he was solving a kingdom’s crisis instead of enjoying his honeymoon. She nudged Lilian and giggled. Together, the two brides rushed back, linked their arms around him, and tugged hard. “Stop thinking so much, my lord husband!” Lilian teased, her voice soft but playful. “You married us, not a library of worries,” Charlotte added. Before Adrian could respond, both of them pulled him along, their laughter ringing li
The great hall of Valora glittered brighter than the stars themselves. Chandeliers dripped with golden light, flowers hung from the rafters in cascades of white and crimson, and music floated through the air like honey. Guests filled every corner — nobles in their finest robes, servants sneaking peeks from behind pillars, and even townsfolk pressed close to the windows, determined not to miss the kingdom’s most talked-about event. Adrian, the ever-serious surgeon-prince, stood in the center dressed in robes of white and gold. To his left stood Charlotte, radiant and teary-eyed, while to his right stood Lilian, her smile soft yet full of nervous energy. The sight alone was enough to send whispers racing across the hall. “Two brides?” one noblewoman gasped behind her fan. “Only in Valora,” another muttered, barely containing her laughter. King Zubrel clapped his hands and raised his voice. “Let it be known — today, my son Adrian weds not one, but two wives. A bon
The palace was never this noisy. From dawn, laughter and music echoed through every corridor, spilling into the streets of Valora. Nobles in glittering robes, ministers with proud steps, and even townsfolk sneaking peeks at the grand decorations whispered the same thing: “Prince Adrian is finally marrying… not one, but two wives.” The grand hall sparkled with gold drapes, chandeliers swaying with crystals, and flower petals scattered across the aisle. The atmosphere was so charged that even the guards could barely keep a straight face. Carl stood at the entrance with Ariel in his arms—still refusing to let her walk—while their seven children were safely under Isabella’s watchful eye. The crowd’s eyes followed Carl as much as Adrian. Ariel whispered in his ear, cheeks burning, “Carl, this is not your wedding. Put me down.” But Carl only muttered stubbornly, “I nearly lost you. For today, I’ll carry you even if it kills me.” The crowd laughed, adding fuel to







