Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 513: Mine first!

Brandon and Freya were in a room, Freya resting against him as he gently stroked her hair.

"You suspect a traitor within the castle walls?" Freya inquired.

A nod from Brandon followed. "The assassins received information regarding my presence by the lakeside with unnatural speed."

"So, someone in the castle must have observed our departure or known of our intentions to leave," Freya deduced.

Freya's brow furrowed further. "Hmm... that is logical. However, such occurrences are not uncommon. Even our empire has informants embedded within other kingdoms and empires."

"Therefore, identifying a spy among the soldiers or maids of the castle would be challenging. Yet, if a minister or a noble is involved, we might stand a chance."

She exhaled slowly. "My brother's court has grown lax over the years. There are always nobles plotting in whispers, servants engaging in gossip, and ambitious fools seeking favor from foreign powers. But to directly betray the Goddess's Shadow requires considerable audacity."

"I will commence discreet investigations. I possess my own network of informants within this castle. If anyone is supplying information to Nacirfa, I will uncover them."

Brandon continued his caress of her hair. "Exercise caution. If they possess the boldness to dispatch assassins against me in broad daylight, they will not hesitate to eliminate any potential threats."

A faint smile touched Freya's lips. She leaned closer, bestowing a gentle kiss upon the side of his neck before returning her head to his shoulder.

"Do not concern yourself on my behalf, Kael. I am experienced in navigating these political currents."

"Moreover... I have you to safeguard me now, do I not?"

He smiled, nodding his head. "Indeed."

Freya smiled and snuggled nearer, clearly content to remain in his embrace a while longer before the day's duties inevitably called them apart.

*THOOM*

The door suddenly erupted open with a resounding crash, striking the wall with force.

Both Brandon and Freya started in surprise.

Amelia stormed into the room, marching directly towards the sofa, her gaze fixed intently on her aunt.

"AUNT FREYAAA!"

Freya's eyes widened in genuine astonishment, barely registering Amelia's arrival before her niece was upon her.

With both hands gripping the fabric of Freya's gown near her neck, Amelia began to shake her with significant force.

"Did you already inform Father about my relationship with Sir Kael?!"

Freya's eyes widened to comical proportions as she was jolted back and forth. "W-Wait- Amelia, dear- please calm yourself!!"

Amelia's face flushed a deep crimson. "I just came from Father's study! He directly inquired if there was something transpiring between me and Sir Kael! He even referenced the letters! How could you-?!"

Brandon remained seated, momentarily bewildered, observing the unfolding domestic drama.

Freya was still being shaken by her considerably smaller niece, her ample bosom swaying with each vigorous movement.

Freya finally managed to gently detach Amelia's hands from her gown, grasping her wrists to cease the shaking.

"Amelia, my dear, take a breath," she advised, her voice attempting a soothing tone despite her struggle to suppress laughter.

"I did not divulge everything. I merely... remarked that you appeared more joyful recently and that a certain handsome young man might be the cause."

Amelia's complexion deepened to an even more intense shade of red.

"That's practically confessing everything! He began questioning me about marriage prospects and Sir Kael's suitability! I nearly perished on the spot!"

Freya could no longer contain herself, and a bright peal of laughter escaped her as she embraced her flustered niece, patting her back.

"Oh, you are utterly charming when embarrassed. I couldn't resist. I simply had to make a remark!"

Amelia groaned audibly, burying her burning face against her aunt's shoulder.

"You are the absolute worst... I specifically requested you keep it a secret for the time being..."

Brandon finally cleared his throat. "Perhaps I should... allow you two to resolve this matter?"

Both women turned to him simultaneously.

Amelia's eyes widened further as she comprehended that he had been present throughout her outburst, witnessing her entire tantrum.

She swiftly withdrew from Freya, smoothing her dress in an attempt to salvage some semblance of composure.

"S-Sir Kael... I... um..."

Freya, still chuckling softly, settled back against Brandon's side, wrapping an arm around him.

"Pay her no mind, Kael. She is merely vexed because her father is now aware of her infatuation with you."

Amelia's gaze sharpened as she observed Freya's comfortable posture against him and noted that she had addressed him simply as 'Kael'.

"Wait... hold on a moment..." Her voice rose, a dawning realization and a surge of jealousy coloring her tone. "Since when did you two become so close?!"

Freya's grin widened, and she nestled even closer to Brandon. "We have always been~"

Amelia's cheeks puffed out in clear frustration.

Quickly, she reached over, prying Freya's arm from Brandon's waist with both hands.

Then, she hopped directly onto his lap, straddling him with a possessive air.

4No, no! I come first!4 she exclaimed, her arms encircling his neck as she pressed herself firmly against his chest.

Over Brandon's shoulder, she cast a defiant glare at her aunt, clinging to him like a koala to its favored tree.

Freya's eyes blinked once before erupting into a peal of bright laughter.

Her demeanor showed no trace of upset; if anything, she seemed even more amused.

4Oh my, look at you! So bold all of a sudden,4 Freya teased, playfully covering her mouth with one hand.

4Just yesterday you were too shy to even admit you kissed him, and now you're jumping into his lap like that?4

Amelia's face flushed a vibrant crimson, yet she made no move to let go.

She buried her face against Brandon's neck, hiding her embarrassment while still holding him in a tight embrace.

4I-I'm not letting you steal him!4 she mumbled into his skin. 4You already tried yesterday morning... and now you're acting all close with him...4

Brandon sat with one arm securely around Amelia's waist, keeping her steady on his lap.

4You two...4 he chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice as he shook his head. 4I feel like I'm in the middle of a very affectionate war.4

Freya leaned in from the side, resting her chin on Brandon's other shoulder, granting her a direct view of her niece. A playful smirk adorned her features.

4Don't be greedy, Amelia dear. Sharing is caring~ Remember that old promise you made me?4

Amelia lifted her head just enough to shoot her aunt a glare. 4That was when I was a child! And you're taking advantage of it!4

Freya giggled once more and leaned in even closer. 4But he seems to like it when we both pay attention to him... don't you, Kael?4

Amelia let out a small huff and tightened her hug, practically squeezing the breath out of Brandon.

4He's mine first. I... I kissed him first.4

Brandon couldn't help but release a soft sigh.

Freya winked at him. 4Consider it practice for the future,4 she purred, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek.

4After all, if Amelia really does become your wife one day... I'll be part of the package.4

4AUNT FREYA!4

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Night had fallen by this time-

Brandon lay completely at ease atop Rheanne.

His head rested comfortably in the crook of her neck, an arm draped loosely across her waist, his leg intertwined with hers.

Rheanne, however, remained awake, her gaze fixed quietly on the ceiling. She listened to his steady breathing and felt the comforting weight of his body pressing her into the mattress.

This moment brought her joy. The tranquil nights where he sought solace in her embrace, where she could hold him gently.

But then, within the hushed darkness, Brandon mumbled something against her neck.

4...Noona.4

Rheanne's hand faltered mid-stroke in his hair, and a frown creased her brow.

4That name again...4

She had heard it spoken a few times before when he was lost in dreams.

The name carried a soft intimacy that caused a tight, unfamiliar sensation to twist within her chest.

She continued to stroke his hair, while her other arm tightened slightly around his shoulders, drawing him closer.

4Who is she...?4 Rheanne whispered softly.

4The one you call 'Noona' in your sleep... And this Elize, Florence, and the others?4

Brandon stirred slightly in his sleep, nuzzling deeper into her neck with a contented sigh.

Rheanne released a soft breath and tilted her head, bestowing a gentle kiss upon the crown of his head.

4What happened to you before you met me...4 she whispered against his hair. 4So many names and secrets from a past I cannot see... But you always come back to me. You always sleep like this in my arms.4

A faint, almost sorrowful smile touched her lips.

4One day... I hope you'll trust me enough to tell me who 'Noona' is.4

Rheanne closed her eyes, but sleep did not come easily.

The night dragged on.

Brandon slept peacefully upon her, lost in dreams of another time.