Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 521: A chaotic morning?

The morning sun cast its first gentle light, piercing the guest chamber's curtains with soft rays.

Rheanne was seated serenely at the table, her long, white hair spilling like a silken waterfall down her back, still bearing the gentle disarray of sleep.

Holding her teacup with both hands, she savored slow sips, watching the lazy tendrils of steam ascend.

Another sip followed, her attempt to banish a lingering sense of unease.

Then, the soft patter of footsteps on the balcony drew her focus.

Brandon entered through the open doors, a sheepish, wry smile gracing his features.

"Morning," he murmured softly.

Rheanne’s eyes narrowed the instant they fell upon him.

With a deliberate *clink*, she placed her teacup back on the table, irritation flaring across her face.

"You scoundrel. You only seek intimacy when you require ether."

Rising, she reached for a decorative pillow resting on the nearby couch.

Without the slightest hesitation, she hurled it at him with considerable force.

Thump!

The pillow squarely met Brandon’s chest. He caught it with a single hand, his expression one of mild surprise, yet the wry smile persisted.

But Rheanne was not finished. She snatched up another pillow, launching it at him again, this one aimed toward his head.

Thump!

"You vanish with Freya for the entire night, only to slink back here in the morning as if nothing transpired?" she grumbled, her voice climbing with rising frustration as she grasped a third pillow.

"Do you truly perceive me as merely a convenient source of ether for you? A resting place when your reserves run low?"

Thump!

The third pillow landed squarely on his shoulder. Brandon endured the onslaught without evasion, simply tucking the first two pillows beneath his arm as he observed her, a blend of amusement and genuine regret in his gaze.

Rheanne’s chest rose and fell slightly as she reached for a fourth pillow. "For over two years, I held you every single night,"

"I offered you my ether without a second thought. I allowed you solace in my embrace... and on the single night you choose another, you still expect comfort here?"

"You absolute bastard, wretch, rogue, completely worthless fellow."

"You seek out other women and spend your nights with them... leaving me to await your return."

"I anticipated your return so eagerly last night."

"We have shared our beds for such a long time, yet last night, you abandoned me for another woman."

She tossed the fourth pillow, but its trajectory was weaker, landing softly against his chest before tumbling inconspicuously to the floor.

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Rheanne blinked, her surroundings coming into focus. She realized she was still lying on the bed. *'What on earth am I imagining?'*

She had been visualizing herself scolding him, flinging cushions across the room in her pique over him spending the night with Freya.

As she turned her head, she was startled to find Brandon lying beside her on the bed. *'When did he return?'*

She hadn't sensed his arrival... she must have slipped into a much deeper sleep than she’d realized.

A complex, knowing smile touched Rheanne’s lips.

She shifted closer, gracefully maneuvering until she was fully atop him.

Her body pressed intimately against his, and she rested her chin on his sternum, gazing down at his sleeping countenance with eyes full of soft tenderness.

"You scoundrel..." she whispered in the tranquil morning light.

Brandon’s eyes slowly fluttered open, glancing down at her as one of his hands lazily moved to rest on her lower back, holding her gently in place.

"Morning..."

Meeting her gaze, he mumbled, "I apologize for not being able to sleep with you last night."

"Things with Freya... became more intricate than I had foreseen. I couldn't bear to leave her alone after-"

Rheanne cut short his explanation. "Hush."

Then, with a soft sigh, she lowered her head, resting her cheek against his chest. "Let us sleep a little longer."

Brandon regarded her for a moment, then nodded. "Mhm..."

He tightened his arms around her, holding her close as he closed his eyes once more.

The comforting warmth of her body, the familiar fragrance of her hair, and the gentle circulation of ether between them made drifting back to sleep effortless.

However, as Rheanne lay there, a specific detail captured her attention.

Lifting her head slightly, her gaze drifted to the side of his neck, just beneath his collarbone, where she spotted a faint, reddish bite mark.

Her eyes narrowed, and a glint of irritation flashed through her expression. *'A bite mark...'*

Her gaze trembled for a fleeting second.

Acting purely on instinct, she moved forward and sank her teeth firmly into the side of his neck.

"Ah!" Brandon, jolted by the sudden bite, gasped.

His eyes snapped open as he looked down at her. "R-Rheanne?"

Rheanne maintained the bite for a moment longer before slowly releasing his skin, leaving behind a fresh, matching red mark adjacent to Freya’s.

She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, a subtle hint of satisfaction shining in her eyes.

"This is for not sharing your sleep with me last night," she stated softly, her tone almost matter-of-fact.

Brandon stared, a flicker of astonishment in his eyes. 'What?'

He brought a hand to his neck, touching the fresh bite mark, the subtle sting a tangible reminder.

Rheanne observed his reaction, then lowered her head, nestling it against his chest once more as if the moment had passed without incident.

A wry smile touched his lips as he lay back. 'Haa...'

---

Amelia moved with purpose down the less-traveled side hallway, her pale blue dress flowing elegantly around her.

She halted before Freya’s door and gave a gentle rap.

'Aunt Freya?'

A brief pause, then the door swung open with a quiet click.

Freya stood in the opening, clad in a comfortable morning robe. A noticeable luminescence graced her skin, a flush that lent her an air of enhanced beauty and maturity.

Amelia’s brow furrowed slightly as she took in her aunt’s appearance.

'Huh... why do you look so different today?' she inquired, tilting her head as she entered the room.

Freya mirrored the gesture, closing the door behind Amelia. 'What do you mean...?' she asked with feigned innocence.

Amelia’s frown intensified as she surveyed her aunt from head to toe.

'I don’t know...' Amelia mused, her eyes narrowing. 'Your face seems quite radiant... and you appear more mature? As if you’ve... I can’t quite place it.'

Freya’s gaze softened. She turned towards her vanity, picking up a brush and drawing it slowly through her hair, her reflection in the mirror catching her niece’s scrutiny.

'Hmm... is that so?' she replied, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

Amelia shook her head, moving closer with a determined air.

'No, no, something feels different. What happened to you?'

Freya paused, her brushing stroke interrupted. She set the brush down with care and faced her niece fully.

A bashful smile graced her lips as memories of the previous night surfaced.

'Some things occurred last night.'

Amelia’s eyes widened. She stepped even closer. 'What things? Don’t tell me it was with Sir Kael—'

Freya offered no denial. Instead, a subtle, knowing smile played on her lips as she sat on the edge of her bed, patting the space beside her for Amelia.

Amelia sat promptly, her voice a near whisper. 'Aunt Freya... did you...?'

Freya let out a soft laugh, reaching out to tenderly tuck a stray lock of Amelia’s hair behind her ear.

'We went to the lake. We spoke. We shared a kiss. And then... things progressed to a more intimate level.'

Amelia gazed at her aunt, her mouth slightly agape. 'You... you slept with him?'

Freya’s blush deepened. 'Yes. And it was... wonderful. He was gentle at first, then passionate.'

Amelia looked away, her hands restlessly exploring her lap.

A complex swirl of emotions crossed her face—joy for her aunt, mingled with a sharp pang of jealousy and burgeoning insecurity.

'I see...' she murmured.

Noticing her niece’s subdued expression, Freya reached out, her fingers gently closing around Amelia’s hand.

'Amelia... you know I’m not trying to take him from you,' she said softly. 'I understand how much he means to you. And he cares for you deeply, too. Last night was... unplanned.'

Amelia squeezed her aunt’s hand in return, her voice small. 'I know... I just... I had hoped to be the first person he became intimate with.'

Freya drew her niece into a tender embrace, stroking her hair with affection. 'You were the first he kissed in the rain. And you were the first to make his heart skip a beat. I suppose I was just... feeling a bit greedy.'

Amelia hugged her back tightly, burying her face against her aunt’s shoulder.

'I’m not angry,' she whispered. 'Just... surprised. And a little envious.'

Freya chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. 'That’s perfectly fine. We can share our jealousy.'

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Seated in her chamber, Amelia was having her breakfast, her maid standing by in case any assistance was required.

Amelia turned to her maid. 'Lara, have you ever been intimate with a man before?'

Lara's eyes flew open in sheer astonishment, and she quickly shook her head. 'N-No, my lady. I... have not.'

Amelia’s gaze dropped to her plate, and she nudged a piece of fruit with her fork. 'Are there any books in the royal library that offer guidance on seducing a man, or perhaps on the act of sex?'

Lara regarded her young lady with utter amazement. 'Is she asking about Sir Kael?'

'I... I believe I recall seeing a volume on such matters, my lady.'

Amelia’s eyes brightened. 'Please retrieve it for me. And exercise discretion. This must remain known only to us.'

Lara bowed deeply, her own cheeks flushing. 'As you wish, my lady. I shall fetch it immediately and bring it to you in private.'

Amelia took a deep breath, attempting to compose herself. 'If Aunt Freya can be so daring... then I can certainly learn to be daring as well.'