Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 507: The promise

Brandon looked at her in disbelief, questioning, "Who makes promises like that?"

Amelia let out a soft, embarrassed sigh, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"It was like... some years ago," she muttered quietly. "I was seventeen. Still very much a child in many ways."

"I was extremely attached to Aunt Freya. She has always been more like a second mother to me than an aunt. After my mother passed away, she was the one who stayed by my side the most."

"She played with me, comforted me and taught me how to use a bow, and sneaked me out of the castle on nights when Father was being too strict. She was... my everything back then."

Amelia’s gaze remained fixed on the floor. "One day, I overheard the court ladies talking about how, when I eventually got married, I would have to leave the castle and live with my husband’s family. The thought terrified me. I didn’t want to leave Aunt Freya behind. So I... threw a huge tantrum."

A tiny, self-conscious smile tugged at her lips as she recalled the memory.

"I cried for hours. I locked myself in my room and refused to eat until Aunt Freya came to talk to me."

"When she finally sat beside me, I clung to her and sobbed that if I ever got married, she had to come with me. I told her I didn’t care about any stupid royal traditions... I wouldn’t leave without her."

Amelia’s voice grew even softer. "And then I said... ’I don’t even mind sharing my husband with Aunt Freya if it means she comes with me.’ Something like that. I was just a crying, desperate little girl who didn’t want to lose the person she loved most."

She finally glanced up at Brandon, "Aunt Freya laughed at the time and told me I was being silly... but she still made the promise with me."

"I never thought she would actually act on it. I’m really sorry, Sir Kael. She can be very bold and playful, but she means well. She just... wants to be part of my happiness, I think."

Brandon stared at her for a long moment, completely speechless. "I see."

Amelia looked at him anxiously, worried he was upset.

"Are you... angry?"

Brandon turned to her and chuckled. "Angry? No. I am just surprised. I guess I might have to deal with two Bleaufort women now."

Amelia let out a soft, embarrassed laugh and nodded.

"Probably."

He reached out and carefully took her hand, "Come here..."

Amelia’s breath hitched as he gently pulled her forward.

She didn’t resist, but her steps were a little hesitant.

With one smooth motion, Brandon guided her onto his lap, settling her sideways so she was cradled against his chest.

"Sir Kael, no-" she started, trying to stand up immediately. "I got a fever from yesterday’s rain. If I sit with you like this, you might catch it too..."

Brandon wrapped his one arm securely around her waist while his other hand rested lightly on her back.

"It’s fine," he murmured as he pulled her closer until her head rested against his shoulder.

Amelia squirmed for a second, but then she eventually gave in with a soft sigh and relaxed against him.

"You’re really stubborn..." she whispered, looking up at him with shy affection.

Brandon chuckled softly and adjusted his arms around her. "You’re burning up,"

Smiling, she replied, "It’s not that bad... just a light fever. I’ll be fine after some rest."

For a while, they simply sat like that in comfortable silence.

"You feel really warm..." she murmured against his neck. "Much better than any blanket."

Brandon let out a quiet laugh and tightened his arms around her.

After a few minutes, she spoke again, "...About the promise with Aunt Freya. I know it sounds ridiculous. You don’t have to take it seriously. It was just the words of a scared little girl."

Brandon was quiet for a moment. "I’m not taking it lightly."

"But I also won’t let an old promise decide everything. What happens between us... that’s for us to decide. A single promise shouldn’t define relationships like that."

Amelia lifted her head slightly to look at him. "I am surprised... I thought you would give in to her seduction and actually agree to take her as your concubine."

"I mean, she has a nice figure and big breasts."

Brandon blinked and tilted his head to look at her more directly. "You’re really saying that while sitting on my lap?"

Amelia’s blush deepened instantly. She tried to look away, but his gentle hold on her waist kept her facing him.

"It’s true, though... Aunt Freya is very beautiful. Many noblemen have tried to court her over the years, but she always turned them down. She’s confident, playful, and... very mature. I thought most men would jump at the chance if someone like her offered herself so openly."

Upon hearing this, Brandon sighed inwardly.

He leaned in slightly, "Your aunt is indeed beautiful. And yes, she is quite... persuasive. However, I do not make decisions based merely on physical appeal or the offer of temptation."

"Furthermore... I genuinely enjoy spending time with you. The sight of your smile when we sneak away together brings me joy. I love how you become flustered when I tease you. These feelings hold more significance for me than any 'promise' or amount of seduction."

Amelia's heart visibly fluttered, and she pressed her lower lip between her teeth, attempting to conceal the shy smile that was threatening to bloom on her face.

Brandon observed this and chuckled inwardly, thinking, 'She is so endearing.'

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The afternoon sun ascended high above the Eurasania Empire’s royal castle, casting elongated golden shafts of light across the courtyard.

Servants moved with quiet efficiency, attending to the flower beds and polishing the marble fountains.

Brandon traversed the expansive courtyard, his gaze falling upon the black carriage awaiting him at its far end.

Freya stood beside it, her arms resting loosely across her chest.

Her appearance was striking.

Her golden-blonde hair was arranged in loose, sophisticated waves that flowed over one shoulder.

She was adorned in a deep crimson dress that accentuated her mature, voluptuous physique flawlessly, with a light cloak draped elegantly over her shoulders.

A slow smile graced Freya’s lips as Brandon drew nearer.

"Well, well... precisely on time. I was beginning to ponder if you might abscond after this morning's unexpected development."

Brandon approached her, a wry smile playing on his lips.

She extended a hand and delicately adjusted the collar of his shirt, her fingers grazing his neck in a gesture imbued with deliberate intimacy.

"You've certainly cleaned up well. Although, I must confess... I found the version of you with your face nestled between my breasts this morning rather more appealing."

She gazed up at him through her lashes, "So... shall we depart? I know of a delightful, secluded lake just beyond the capital. It’s perfectly suited for two adults inclined to... converse, naturally."

Brandon met her gaze for a moment, then emitted a low chuckle and opened the carriage door for her.

"After you."

Freya's smile broadened, a clear sign of her satisfaction. She stepped into the carriage with liquid grace, ensuring he caught a full appreciation of her figure as she did so.

Brandon followed her, closing the door behind them.