Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 488: Got into trouble

"DO YO-"

Brandon swiftly pressed his hand back over her mouth before she could utter another word.

"Shh. Stay silent, or you’ll land in serious trouble."

Muffled complaints buzzed against his palm as she twisted in resistance once more, yet he stayed unyielding, pressing her firmly against his body on the slim ledge.

Moments later, after her fierce struggle eased, she ceased resisting and slackened in his grasp.

Brandon whispered softly, "I’ll take my hand off now. Scream, and guards will rush over—you’ll get captured. Or something far worse. Nod if you get it."

After a brief pause, she nodded once, grudgingly.

Cautiously, he lifted his hand from her lips, poised to clamp it down at any hint of noise.

Drawing in a trembling breath, the woman hissed her words in a heated murmur.

"...You bastard. You just groped me."

Brandon exhaled lightly. "It was unintentional. Just patting down for weapons."

A quiet snort escaped her. "By grabbing my breast? Quite the detailed check."

Brushing aside the sarcasm, he demanded, "Respond to my question. Who are you, and what’s your reason for creeping into the castle?"

With her free hand, she pulled back the hood, exposing blonde locks and hazel eyes.

The cloaked woman gradually drew down her hood using her unbound hand.

Golden strands tumbled free, while hazel eyes glanced back at him from over her shoulder.

Startled, Brandon recoiled slightly, and she fully faced him. "I’m Amelia Bleaufort... princess of the Eurasania Empire."

H-Huh?

His thoughts froze for an instant.

’That’s the woman I spotted in town... Florence.’

Up close, the likeness hit even harder—the identical warm hazel gaze, the gentle arc of her mouth, the elegant contour of her chin.

Eyes flaring wide, realization dawned on him. ’No way... Is this Florence’s distant ancestor, like great-great-great-great-great grandmother?’

Bleaufort.

The exact noble lineage shared by Florence and Eira in the present day.

Without doubt, Amelia Bleaufort stood as their forebear.

Irritation and mortification twisted Amelia’s mouth. "How dare you?"

"Groping me like a lowly lecher, then trapping me on this castle edge? Who in blazes are you?"

Brandon let her go entirely, retreating a step on the tight ledge to grant her room.

"I truly searched for concealed arms. Never thought—"

A fierce scowl from Amelia silenced him as she massaged her chest. "You didn’t foresee a lady prowling the castle under cover of night? How forward-thinking."

Fixing her cloak and hood, she demanded, "Your turn. Who are you? Why lurk along the castle battlements this late?"

Before Brandon responded, Amelia’s eyes darted anxiously to the patrolling guards down below.

"First, I must reach my quarters."

She pivoted and started scaling toward the balcony of her private rooms.

Though her climbs showed skill, the dew-slick stones betrayed her midway, and her foot gave way.

Brandon lunged forward, seizing her... his grip landing solidly on her rear to brace and boost her higher.

Amelia froze rigid, her cheeks blazing crimson under the moon’s glow.

"Y-You... scoundrel!" she spat, voice quivering with shame and fury.

Brandon offered a wry grin, bearing her weight still. "Apologies. Pure reflex..."

With another steady shove, hand on her butt, he aided her clamber over the balcony rail.

Safe atop, she whirled and shot him a venomous glare from above.

He scaled up right behind, touching down gracefully next to her on the balcony.

Amelia seized his collar at once, yanking him near until their faces nearly touched.

"Spill it," she breathed in rage, "who the hell are you?"

Brandon parted his lips to speak... yet twisted his gaze aside first.

Yet another cloaked climber ascended the wall beneath, tracing Amelia’s prior route.

Brandon: -_

Amelia: -_

He stared. ’An actual burglar?’

Reaching the balcony, Amelia extended her hand. "Here..."

The woman beamed gently upward and clasped it. "Thanks, dear."

Shock widened Brandon’s eyes as Amelia hauled her onto the balcony.

Stunningly lovely, she appeared a woman in her thirties, with radiant blonde tresses and piercing green eyes.

Amelia guided her past the rail and retreated politely.

Dusting her cloak, the woman arched a brow while eyeing them both.

"Quite the surprise... Amelia, darling, I had no idea you entertained guests tonight."

Huh? Amelia faced her, denying quickly. "No, Aunty. It’s not like that."

With a teasing grin, the woman cocked her head. "Are you certain... it looks like you’ve been keeping secrets from me."

"When did you sneak a secret lover behind my back?"

Amelia’s face flushed even deeper, and she lightly swatted her aunt’s arm while mumbling softly.

"Like I told you, it’s nothing like that, you silly woman."

Freya Bleaufort simply chuckled, delighted at how quickly her niece got riled up.

Brandon watched them with a helpless grin. ’This feels just like Eira and Florence.’

Finally, the woman shifted her complete focus to Brandon. "And who is this tall, enigmatic young fellow?" she inquired with a playful tone.

"The guy who aided my precious niece in scaling into her room... and seems to have grown rather close to her along the way."

Amelia let out a groan, hiding her face behind one palm.

"Aunty, stop it..."

Brandon coughed lightly. "I’m... Rheanne’s companion. We’re staying as the Emperor’s guests. I spotted someone scaling the wall and figured it could be a thief. Nothing more."

Hm? Freya’s brows furrowed a bit at those words. ’A companion of Goddess Rheanne?’

Amelia jabbed her finger toward him, fury blazing in her eyes. "You? A companion of Goddess Rheanne? Do you think we’re idiots who’d swallow that sacrilegious falsehood?"

Letting out a gentle sigh, Freya responded, "Young man, refrain from invoking Goddess Rheanne’s name so casually."

"Uttering that beyond these walls would mean execution. Now reveal your true identity and purpose here."

"I’ve never laid eyes on you in the castle before."

Shaking his head, Brandon answered, "I’m telling the truth... I truly am-"

*shiink* The very next moment, Amelia drew a dagger from a concealed sheath on her thigh and pressed it against his throat.

Gazing into his blue eyes, she hissed icily, "Don’t you dare insult Goddess Rheanne."

Freya’s eyes sharpened as she peered into his calm gaze. ’Not even a twitch from that blade. This boy...’

She lifted her hand, seizing Amelia’s wrist and yanking the dagger from Brandon’s neck. "Dear, settle down."

Turning to him, she explained, "She reveres Goddess Rheanne deeply. That’s what sparked her reaction."

"So stop with the lies, young lad."

Brandon looked over at Freya and said, "As I’ve stated-"

Amelia’s eyes quivered with rage. "No point reasoning with him, Aunty. Let’s toss him in jail for sneaking into the castle. Summon the guards."

"Kael..." A gentle, recognizable voice rang out, prompting Brandon to whip his head around.

Rheanne now perched elegantly on the balcony railing, the chilly night wind softly tousling her flowing white locks.

Shock widened Amelia and Freya’s eyes, and the pair swiftly knelt on one knee, heads bowed low.

"Goddess Rheanne!"