Don't tempt me more

The next morning, Magnus awoke with a renewed sense of energy coursing through him. With a contented sigh, he stretched his arms and engaged in some light exercises before making his way leisurely toward the balcony. Stepping onto it, he was greeted by the soothing sound of Alora's voice drifting up from the garden below.

As he peered down, Magnus spotted Alora busily planting new flowers, carefully selecting varieties that would flourish during the rainy season. Her laughter floated through the air, filling him with warmth and joy. 

Despite the presence of other young ladies by her side, Magnus found his attention completely captivated by his wife, unable to tear his gaze away from her.

"How could she be so pretty?" Magnus murmured as he almost stopped breathing. He leisurely rested his arms on the balustrade, admiring Alora from the top. 

Magnus smiled on his own, feeling delighted for no apparent reason.