Later that night, after a satisfying dinner filled with laughter and innocent chatter, Alaric retreats to his chambers, a contented sigh escaping his lips. 'Another day, another conquest,' he thinks, a smirk playing on his lips. 'But conquests need organization. Can't have chaos in my harem.'
He settles into a plush armchair, a glass of fine wine in hand, and starts to mentally map out the week ahead. 'Gotta keep the ladies happy, gotta keep myself satisfied. It's a delicate balance, but someone's gotta manage it.'
His thoughts drift to Lyra first, his mother, his first. 'Monday's for Mom,' he decides, taking a sip of wine. 'Start the week off right, with the queen bee herself.' He chuckles softly. 'Monday night Lyra-time. Can't go wrong with that. She'll be expecting it anyway, the sexy milf.' He imagines her waiting for him, clad in silk, her eyes burning with desire. 'Yeah, Monday's sorted.'
