The moonlight was beautiful tonight, and the dessert after dinner was even more delicious, leaving a deep impression on Shade.
Although Margaret and Dorothy were both blond, their figures differed in certain ways. Taking advantage of dessert, Shade carefully explored those differences. What impressed him most was the blush that slowly appeared across the plate's surface as his fingers slid over it.
Of course, Shade did not do anything at the dining table that was unsuitable for a dining table. After feeding Margaret her "afternoon tea snack," he carried her indoors, leaving only the moonlight to shine upon the mess of the dining table.
"Shade, I'm ready."
And so everything followed naturally. The ends of her blonde hair soon drooped over the edge of the bed, swaying gently. A short while later, as the "plate" was turned over, her hair returned to the sheets, where Shade caught it in his hand and wrapped it around his palm.
That night, the Southern Kingdom's Princess finally achieved the same accomplishment as the Northern Kingdom's Princess. But compared to Leisha, who liked playing the female knight, Margaret was somewhat more passive. She preferred having Shade grasp her long hair from behind.
In short, on the night of the thirtieth day of the Month of Rising Winds, at the beginning of spring, all things were about to awaken, and the animals had indeed reached their mating season. No one knew how many times the cats of Wilundell cried out that night, nor how many lights-out houses contained mortals attempting to accomplish the greatest miracle of their lives—
Creating life.
Margaret was not a witch, after all, and she was already unable to continue before midnight. Still, she performed a little better than Sivie, whose physique was somewhat unusual. At least she was still conscious