Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 489 - 2051 to 1502 [4]

Rheanne descended from the railing and approached Brandon.

She took his arm gently without a second thought.

"What happened?" she inquired calmly, her sky-blue eyes shifting between the two Bleaufort women. "Is my partner causing you trouble?"

Amelia lifted her head fast, shaking it hard enough that her blonde braid whipped around.

"N-No... L-Lady R-Rheanne... We-we were just..."

Freya’s eyes shook with sudden understanding. ’He wasn’t lying...’

Rheanne nodded slightly. "If there’s nothing more, I’ll take him with me."

"Y-Yes," the women replied together.

Rheanne faced Brandon. "Let’s go."

She led him softly by the hand, guiding him back to their balcony.

As they ascended together, Brandon looked back once.

Amelia stayed on one knee, her face burning with shame and astonishment.

Freya kept her poise, yet her green eyes tracked them with intense interest.

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Back safely in their guest chamber with the balcony shutters shut, Rheanne let go of his arm at last.

A light laugh slipped from her as she headed to the table laden with servant-prepared feast of roasted meats, fresh bread, cheese, fruits, and a wine pitcher.

"You’re already stirring up trouble..." she murmured, drawing out a chair to sit.

Brandon let out a quiet sigh. "Sorry."

She motioned to the chair next to her. "Never mind that, come eat."

Brandon sat beside her, and they began their meal.

Rheanne sipped wine slowly, then said softly, "Another dungeon close by awaits clearing. We’ll head there later... once we’ve rested well."

Brandon nodded faintly while munching bread.

"Alright."

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Leaving the room, Brandon stretched his arms high and released a gentle sigh.

He proceeded to his room and shut the door.

Removing his shirt, Brandon went to the bed and reclined, gazing at the ceiling.

"It’s been ages since I slept solo..." he whispered to the vacant space.

Closing his eyes briefly, their faces instantly filled his thoughts.

Recollections surged of serene nights entwined in bed, laughter filling the home, and the cozy bliss of waking amid the women he cherished.

A profound, lonesome sigh rose from him.

He rolled to his side, drawing a heavy blanket over his chest.

The bed seemed overly vast and vacant.

He longed for the gentle breaths nearby and the heat of bodies nestled against him.

For the first time since reaching 1502, the full weight of their distance struck him.

He was alone.

Brandon pressed his face into the pillow momentarily, the cloth damping yet another heavy sigh.

"It’s just temporary," he told himself softly. "I’ll discover the path home."

He shut his eyes again, urging sleep to arrive.

A silent pang rooted deep in his heart.

He missed them.

He missed them with an ache that stung.

Still, a tiny, resilient flicker of hope lingered in his mind’s depths.

He would endure this as well.

And someday... regardless of the time, he would come back to them.

Brandon shifted to his side once more, clutching the pillow tight as sleep gradually claimed him.

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Dawn’s initial beams pierced the thick curtains of the guest chamber, bathing the space in warm gold and amber tones.

Brandon awoke gradually, his eyes blinking open.

Then shock halted him.

Rheanne sat poised on his bed’s edge, a hefty leather tome open in her lap.

Sunlight highlighted her flowing white hair, giving it a snowy gleam.

She appeared utterly relaxed, flipping a page with elegant fingers like she’d been there ages.

Brandon’s eyes bulged in astonishment.

He bolted upright, the blanket tumbling to his waist.

Rheanne kept reading at first. "Good morning."

He gaped at her momentarily, mind catching up.

"...Morning."

’How did she get in? Via the balcony?’

Rheanne shut the book with a soft click and turned to him.

"I didn’t think you’d sleep till so late," she remarked casually. "You were out cold."

Brandon combed fingers through his tousled hair, shaking off sleep’s remnants.

"I guess... How long have you sat there?"

Rheanne cocked her head a bit. "From sunrise. Entered via the balcony. You sleep like a rock, Kael. Didn’t twitch when I settled."

She set the book on the nightstand and rose smoothly, extending her arms overhead.

"I’ve brought breakfast," she went on, motioning to a little table by the window where a tray sat laden with fresh bread, cheese, fruits, and two hot cups wafting the aroma of herbal tea.

"The servants spotted me here and got too scared to come in, so I grabbed it from them myself."

Brandon blinked once more, then released a quick, entertained chuckle.

She approached the table and filled both cups with tea, steam drifting upward in slow spirals.

Brandon swung his legs off the bed’s edge, rising to his feet as he stretched his arms overhead with a contented groan.

He moved to the table beside her and took the cup she handed him.

"Thanks," he murmured, sipping from it.

Warm and faintly sweet, the tea carried notes of unknown herbs that instantly eased his throat.

They settled at the table together while morning sunlight filtered through half-open curtains, casting a serene glow over the room.

They shared a few minutes of easy silence as they ate.

Rheanne peeked at him across the edge of her cup.

"You talked in your sleep," she remarked offhandedly.

Brandon almost sputtered his tea. "I was?"

She nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"You murmured a few names. Florence... Ravene... Charlotte."

For a moment, Brandon’s mind blanked out completely.

’W-What?’

He regained his composure fast, putting on a casual face while lifting his cup for another sip of tea.

"I see..." he mumbled, aiming for nonchalance. "Probably just dreaming about the fight or whatever."

Rheanne eyed him a second longer before taking a leisurely sip from her own cup.

Once he’d drained the last of his tea, he rose from the table and stretched his arms skyward.

"I’ll go freshen up," he announced, wanting time alone to gather his thoughts.

Rheanne looked his way. "Alright," she answered gently. "No rush. I’ll wait right here."

Brandon nodded and headed for the bathing chamber.

The instant he entered and shut the door, he slumped back against it, exhaling a long, hushed breath.

’Damn it...’

From the basin, he dashed cold water across his face to sharpen his mind.

In the main chamber, Rheanne lingered at the window, gazing out across the castle grounds.

Idly, her fingers stroked the teacup as she mentally replayed his sleep murmurs.

’Florence... Ravene... Charlotte...’

Though she had no clue who they were, the tender, yearning tone in which he’d whispered their names said it all.

A peculiar, unknown twinge stirred in her chest.

Not quite jealousy, but a subtle hurt.

For the first time in her lonely life, someone had truly grasped her strength and stood with her as an equal in battle.

Yet... he truly belonged elsewhere.

She shook her head once more, shoving the ideas aside.

Shortly after, Brandon emerged, freshly cleaned and dressed in the neat clothes she’d laid out, seeming far steadier.

Rheanne turned from the window with a soft smile. "Feeling better?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Thanks."

"Then let’s finish breakfast and head off to meet the Emperor."