Floating high above the capital, the Skygarden Pavilion shimmered like a divine hallucination—dreamlike, celestial, impossibly serene. Hewn from living moonwood, wrapped in blooming sunlace vines, and layered with reality-bending illusions courtesy of Nina and Heart, the dining terrace resembled less a royal palace and more a suspended shrine to beauty and magic.
The centerpiece was a crystalline table that stretched like starlight across the space, supported by floating vines blooming with enchanted starbloom. Above, golden arcane sunstones cast a warm, refracted glow through petals and mist. The air shimmered with flavor and fragrance, music drifting from spectral instruments that needed no hands to play.
Around that divine banquet table sat the most extraordinary women the world had ever known—each a wife of Shin, Sovereign of Legends, and each a legend in her own right.
Lulu sat cross-legged, silks fluttering in the high breeze, grinning like a war goddess in peacetime as she dared everyone to bite into an Ember Lobster whole.
Nina lounged beside Shin, curled like a lazy cat, feeding him alternating bites of meat and mischief, laughing at the chaos unfolding down the table.
Lara kept a watchful calm, her Valkyrie poise unshaken even as her unborn daughter kicked beneath her hand, earning a rare smile from the iron-willed strategist.
Shego launched mini firecrackers into a koi pond carved from skyglass, cackling every time one exploded in harmless sparks.
Velzard, serene as glacial silk, frosted everyone's drinks with casual grace.
Kaelira perched above them all, her tail coiled around the armrest—not in threat, but in vigilant curiosity.
Raven whispered into Shin's ear, her words stirring the shadows beneath the tablecloth.
Scáthach and Lara were midway through their second mock argument of the hour—this one about who could take the other in a brawl without weapons.
Serafall summoned magical mascots to deliver spoons of pudding, humming idol jingles with sparkles in her eyes.
Sona, beside her sister, nibbled on etherfruit tarts while preparing a chess challenge.
Leona and Leone poured moonlight wine, graceful even in motion.
Diana and Serafall argued fashion vs. function, unwilling to concede that battle armor couldn't also sparkle.
Natasha Romanoff carved her steak with assassin precision, her hand relaxing under Shin's touch.
Boa Hancock—radiant in stormbound grace—fed Shin roc-egg tart with a smile that could shatter pride.
The food?
Divine.
Prepared by the Skyfire Chefs, the Water 7 Gourmet Guild, and Heart's culinary spirits, the dishes were edible art:
• Stormpepper Ember Lobster
• Void-Marble Skybeef
• Phoenix Noodles
• Frostblossom Tempura
• Lunar Lotus Buns
• Scorchrice Bombs
Drinks ranged from Succubus Dreammilk to Voidmint Elixirs, while desserts arrived as ether-swirled tarts, Crimson Fondue, and star-sweet cheesecake.
The mood sparkled—but underneath the mirth was connection. Family. Sovereignty. A future being forged.
When the final toast rang out, Heart floated in with dramatic flair, ribboned and glowing, scroll in hand.
["Alright, Daddy~ Here's the sovereign-sized shopping list~!"]
The golden scroll unfurled with kisses, perfume glyphs, and divine seals.
Requests varied wildly:
• Nina wanted an Illusion-Kissed Moonmirror, plus a full auction house "just to flirt with economics."
• Lulu asked for Emberstorm Cores, volcanic spa stones, and baby gear for the incoming prince. Also: six deadly outfits labeled "battle-ready but babe."
• Raven requested a Voidlight Silken Robe, gemstone combs, and empathy tomes.
• Leona & Leone sought twin accessories blessed and cursed, ritual incense, and moonforged spears.
• Boa demanded veils, perfumes, snakes, and more serpent-chic accessories.
• Scáthach underlined a battle relic. With blood.
• Diana ordered Amazonian Lionhide, clearly for a prize only warriors could earn.
• Velzard claimed a Winterheart Crystal—cold and rare as she.
• Serafall demanded everything pink and magical—plus idol posters and ice cream inventory.
• Kaelira requested ancient artifacts and relics to shape the minds of future dragonlings.
• Shego listed "combat bikinis, hot tubs, and surprise chaos."
• Natasha requested tactical weaponry, smoke-bomb lipstick, and war-table tech.
• Elise, ever disciplined, marked her desire for tea, spices, and noble etiquette scrolls.
• Lara detailed thunder-swaddles, tactical babywear, and scrolls for the future Lightning Warden.
Shin chuckled, eyes dancing over the wishes of his queens. Every item was a line in the future they were writing together.
But one name was blank.
Robin.
She sat near the end, sipping crystalline plum nectar. A tome hovered before her, faintly aglow. Her hair, tied in a scholarly bun, fluttered with soft strands as if stirred by history itself.
Shin narrowed his eyes and flicked his fingers. The scroll gently rolled shut.
He leaned into the moment.
"Robin," he said gently, his voice cutting through the breeze and melody like a chord of gravity, "I noticed something."
Her violet eyes rose slowly, the tome vanishing with a whisper of spatial magic. She gave him her full, quiet attention.
"You didn't write anything on the wish list." His gaze softened, tinged with curiosity. "Not even one thing. You're telling me my Void Archivist… the great historian of lost realms… has no curiosities?"
A pause.
All around them, eyes shifted.
Boa raised a brow.
Scáthach smirked.
Leone whispered to Leona, "See? I told you she was waiting."
Robin's fingers traced the stem of her glass. Then, she smiled—just barely.
"It's not that I want for nothing," she said, her voice delicate but layered with thought, "It's that what I want… I'm already helping build."
Shin leaned forward, the weight of her words settling over him like a warm, familiar blanket.
"This kingdom," she continued, "is the greatest tome I've ever read. Every day with you… is a page worth preserving."
The table stilled. Even Serafall stopped humming.
"But," Robin added with a playful gleam, "since you insist…"
A murmur of anticipation passed between wives.
"I'll hold you to that, my dear… Husband-sama."
The twinkle in Shin's eyes mirrored the stars above.
"Then what does my Void Archivist truly wish for?" he asked.
"First—I want us to acquire Elarion's Sovereign Trade Relay Beacon…"
It's the keystone behind the capital's intercontinental trade routing. With that network under Kingdom of Legends jurisdiction, we don't just join the table of world powers—we set the seating arrangement."
Shin nodded immediately. "We'll take it. It's yours."
"Second—I'd like the Crown-Etched Lattice of Insight. A jeweled artifact from the Vaults of Elarion. Elegant as a brooch, but forged to amplify tactical foresight and economic manipulation. Worn near the heart—it's said to let the wearer predict market swings before they echo in the wind."
Boa whistled. "Dangerous fashion."
Velzard murmured, "Clever girl."
Scáthach cracked a knuckle. "And now she's armed."
Robin smiled—a rare, full expression that shimmered like moonlight on ink.
Shin reached out, threading his fingers through hers.
"Then it's settled," he said. "I'll buy you the network… and crown you with wisdom to rule it."
And high above the world, beneath petals of skybloom and stardust, the Sovereign's family leaned into laughter, promises, and dreams—every desire, a piece of a legacy still unfolding.
"There's… one more thing," Robin said quietly, tracing the rim of her glass. "Velmaria will be there."
Lulu tilted her head. "The name sounds familiar."
"She should," Raven said, folding her arms. "Second Princess of Elarion. High Mage of Diplomatic Finance. Host of the Capital's Grand Auction."
That silenced the table.
Robin nodded slowly. "My cousin. My best friend. And now the most powerful woman in the entire Elarionian court when it comes to economic diplomacy. She's not just hosting the auction—she's presiding over it as the Crown's representative and arbiter."
Lara's gaze sharpened. "That makes her the judge, gatekeeper, and executioner."
"She's the one who wrote the rules," Robin whispered. "And she'll be the one who decides how they're enforced."
Natasha raised a brow. "You sound nervous."
"I am," Robin admitted, her voice soft but steady. "We haven't spoken since I chose to follow Shin. She said nothing publicly—but she locked me out of all the Elarion trade channels. No farewells. No messages. Just… silence."
Heart's wings fluttered anxiously. "Do you think she felt betrayed?"
"She was the one who taught me how to read a kingdom like a ledger," Robin murmured. "How to smile like a diplomat while playing like a warlord. She was family—closer than a sister—and we built our empires side by side. Until I left."
Shin, silent until now, stepped forward. He gently placed his hand on Robin's shoulder, anchoring her.
"You don't have to prove yourself to her."
Robin looked up at him, her eyes gleaming. "But I want to. I want her to see that I didn't fall—I ascended. That the Kingdom of Legends isn't some rogue fantasy project—it's real. It's brilliant. It's ours."
Shin nodded. "Then let her witness it all. Not just your success, but your heart."
"And if she tries to flex royal authority to humiliate you—" Lulu said, eyes flashing.
"—Then the Tempest Empress will personally twist her crown into a candlestick," Natasha finished dryly.
Robin laughed, the tension easing for a moment. "She'd probably appreciate the craftsmanship. But no. If this is our reunion… then let it be as titans. I'll meet her in the auction hall—with open arms and open ledgers."
Shin smiled. "And I'll be at your side when you do."
Shin chuckled, still holding her hand, then leaned in just a little closer.
"Also…" he murmured, voice lowered to a conspiratorial tone only she would catch, "don't forget to scout for artifacts or commodities that can move well in the player market. Anything with value to outsiders boosts our influence, but if it strengthens the territory or our people directly? Even better."
Robin's eyes flickered with amusement, her mind already shifting gears.
"I've already begun cross-referencing unique resource flows and auction exclusives against the player economy. With the right haul," she said softly, "we might dominate not just local trade—but interdimensional commerce."
Shin grinned. "That's my Archivist."
Velmaria's Private Quarters, Royal Wing of the Grand Spire]
The royal auction ledger hovered before her, enchanted ink glowing faintly with hundreds of sealed bids and imperial tokens. Velmaria Elarion, second princess of the realm and sovereign mistress of its wealth, leaned back against her chaise, a glass of honeyed icewine untouched in her hand.
Her gaze drifted from the floating ledgers to the starlight spilling across the balcony.
"So you're coming after all, Robin."
She whispered the words like an invocation, equal parts fondness and betrayal wrapped in silk. The last message she'd drafted to her cousin—her favorite cousin—remained sealed in her personal archive, never sent. Just another letter full of sharp words and unshed tears.
"You chose him over everything," she murmured. "Over me. Over our kingdom. Over the future we were building."
And yet… she still couldn't bring herself to hate her. Not fully.
The Kingdom of Legends had much potential than any power had the right to. Trade flows, naval blueprints, dimensional anchors, Mythic-grade tier ascensions—they weren't just a curiosity anymore. They were a threat. A marvel. A phenomenon.
And at the heart of it all stood Shin Tempest.
She tapped a finger against the rim of her glass, thoughtful. "A dragon king with the charm that put some enchantress shame and the audacity of a rogue god. Dangerous… unpredictable… probably entirely too smug."
A smile touched her lips, sharp and speculative.
"Maybe I should ask Robin to introduce us properly. If he's as rare as his legend suggests…"
She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with a blend of calculation and curiosity.
"…then perhaps the House of Elarion could use a dragon in the family."
She sipped her wine finally, lips curving.
"Who knows… maybe we'll be sisters by the next auction."
"Maybe he's the man I been waiting for only time will tell. I can't wait to see my Robin again! Auntie Serenyra would hate we're not talking. Even my on mother the queen said we need to reconcile not for the kingdom but for we won't have the same heart ache and regrets as her for losing her best friend and only sister. Sigh I hope we can talk when she arrives in the capital."
And high above the world, the petals of skybloom danced—like silent applause for the quietest wish finally heard on the peaceful afternoon.
And then—
Heart's voice returned, wings glowing urgently.
["Big brother … Lilith, Ather, Thurdd, and Hayato… They're requesting your presence. Now. And they said bring your wives. All of them."]
The laughter stopped.
Shin's eyes narrowed.
Let's go see what's going on first a message from Nyxx now this.