Mira groaned. Helena sighed. But both nodded. Good wives.
I cast the invisibility enchantment. It spread over me like a second skin — warping light, bending perception. To anyone below, I would be invisible. Only those I allowed — my wives, those bound to me — could see me. I descended, Rusty circling above, Mira and Helena flanking me on either side.
We dropped toward the eastern construction zone.
The area was alive with activity. Enchanted cranes — powered by magic circles — lifted stone blocks into place. Workers hauled timber, mixed mortar, carved defensive runes into the gate posts. The new wall was rising — thick, reinforced, embedded with Helena's living-wood magic. Trees grew directly from the stone, their roots binding the structure together, their branches forming a natural canopy over the battlements.
And there, standing at the center of the construction site, arms crossed, barking orders at a group of engineers, was Kaida.
My red-haired wife.
