Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Wolfe and Petros watched the shows until the sun was starting to come up over the horizon before retiring to their rooms for the night.

Wolfe had been expecting a good night's sleep, but he found that his room had been redecorated while he was away. It now contained a massive bed that could hold at least six people, being even wider than it was long. That bed alone was enough to tell him that there would be many arguments about bed position every night in the foreseeable future.

However, tonight there was only one spot open, near the middle, between Nimue and Carmine. Carmine was the calm one in the group, and Nimue was definitely not a morning person, though the young Half Dryad was a cuddler, and would attach to you like she had actual vines, and not just magical ones.

Cassie and Ella were at the edges of the bed, with the pair of Succubi between them and the others, so there weren't any major people missing. At least not among the ones who usually shared a bed with Wolfe.

Stephanie was on a pillow on top of the armoire, back in cat form again, but awake and watching him come in.

[Good morning. Are you back to normal again, or is your human form still changed?] Wolfe asked in her thoughts.

[It's still changed. I don't think it's going to reset.] Stephanie replied, unconcerned.

She rarely appeared in human form to begin with, so it didn't bother her that her human appearance had been reset to that of a young blonde girl.

[Well, just let me know if you want it to, and I will see what I can do about finding a spell to reverse whatever changed.] Wolfe suggested.

Stephanie gave a sneezing laugh before her thoughts replied to Wolfe.

[What do you need me in human form for? You've got all those women already, and a tiny dryad growing from you.]

Wolfe had just gotten into the bed, and already he was entangled with Nimue, who was deep asleep, but instinctively wrapped around him.

The others would be up in a few hours, but hopefully, he could get a few hours of sleep. Wolfe had considered going to another room so he could sleep in, but they did save him a spot, and it would be rude to just ignore that courtesy.

So, he pretended that he was still asleep as the others began to wake up, until Nimue violently began to resist all attempts to get her out of bed for the morning, and it was impossible to remain in place anymore.

"Alright, calm down. I didn't get back until nearly dawn. There is no need to fight so early in the morning." Wolfe sighed.

"It's nearly ten already, and someone is late for their morning classes." Carmine replied.

"No classes today, it's a long weekend." Nimue mumbled as she summoned vines to more securely attach herself to Wolfe.

Rail laughed at the dryad and poked the Demon Princess. "She's right, you know. There are no classes today. But we should likely get up anyhow before we miss breakfast.

There is something about that change to Wolfe's magic that is just addictive, and I don't blame her Demon side for not wanting to let it go, but food is still a basic necessity."

"What do you mean about addictive?" Wolfe asked.

He knew what had caused the change, and what it felt like to him, but he hadn't considered that it might have a different effect on Demons, who were creatures of the Lower Planes, though not the Lowest Planes where the change had originated.

Rail gestured vaguely, but Nimue mumbled out an answer. "It's like a warm blanket, a welcoming power that isn't Demonic, but like, everything that a Demon could want. It's the magical power version of fresh baked cookies and a hug."

"So my power makes me a natural stuffed toy to hug?" Wolfe asked, and the half Dryad nodded.

"If you smelled a bit more like flowers, it would be perfect. But when the witches are in the bed as well, the smells balance out and complete each other." She agreed.

Despite her reluctance to get up, there was no denying that she was awake now, so she reluctantly let go of Wolfe then gestured at herself, requesting him to dress her, instead of going to change out of her pyjamas.

Rail chuckled. "Oh no, you don't. Lazy princess. Go shower and I will braid your hair."

Everyone wandered off to the various shower rooms in the suite, and fifteen minutes later the Succubus had Nimue's hair ready for public viewing, and they were headed over to the dining hall for breakfast.

The guests were on another level, and they had their own dining hall, or they could go to the spire to eat, so it was relatively quiet here, where only the resident Witches from the earlier arrivals lived.

They were almost all awake already, as they hadn't stayed awake until nearly dawn.

Wolfe cast his senses around the town, and found that most of the Nobles were still asleep, other than Thorin, who really was in the forge. He might not have been there all night, but he was there now.

The party was still raging, and now that most of the town had eaten breakfast, they were busy trying to sell off what they had left, as well as what they had traded the Nobles for yesterday. The new variety brought some extra excitement to the final day of the long weekend, which was normally fairly quiet and hung over, with the biggest sellers being the produce stalls and the healers.

"What is the plan for the day?" Nimue asked, settling in on Wolfe's lap with her plate of breakfast.

"Nothing. I plan to do nothing, all day long, just relax, maybe meditate, and just lounge around. I might even read a book."

The ladies laughed. Wolfe rarely read books. If he needed to know something, he would spend hours sorting through the mass of information in the Inheritance Spell instead. There was too much there for anyone to remember it all without intensive research, and that was something that none of them had time to do yet.