Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 530: The Wedding News

The sun had long set, leaving the sky scattered with stars.

A gentle river flowed nearby, its soft murmuring blending with the crackling of the campfire.

The flames danced warmly, casting flickering orange light across the small clearing where Brandon and Rheanne had set up camp for the night.

They sat on a fallen log near the fire. A simple iron spit was holding several pieces of roasted rabbit meat seasoned with wild herbs they had gathered earlier.

Rheanne held a skewer of rabbit meat in her hands, taking small, elegant bites.

Brandon sat beside her, leaning forward slightly as he turned the spit.

He tore off a piece of meat with his fingers and ate quietly for a moment before speaking.

"I accepted Amelia’s proposal," he said, staring into the fire. "We’re going to get married."

Rheanne paused mid-bite and then slowly chewed the piece of meat.

After swallowing, she simply hummed softly.

"Hmm..."

Rheanne remained silent for a few more seconds.

She tore off another small piece of rabbit meat and ate it slowly, "I see."

Turning the skewer in her hands, she spoke "Amelia is a good girl. Kind. Pure-hearted. She loves you very much."

She took another bite, chewing thoughtfully before continuing.

"And Freya... she has been waiting for this too, hasn’t she?"

Brandon nodded, his gaze returning to the fire "She has. She told me she wants a child as well."

Rheanne hummed again... she didn’t sound angry but she didn’t sound particularly happy either.

There was only a quiet acceptance in her tone, like someone who had long ago understood that his path would never be simple.

She leaned forward slightly, warming her hands near the fire.

"You’re gathering quite the family around you, Kael,"

Rheanne finally turned her head to look at him.

"I won’t stop you," she said softly. "You’ve always walked your own path. And I have chosen to walk it with you. But remember this..."

She reached out and wrapped her arm around his shoulder "No matter how many wives or children you have... you are still first. The one who stands beside me."

Brandon met her gaze and nodded, as he knew what kind of ’mine’ she meant.

"I know," he replied quietly. "That will never change."

Rheanne gave a small nod and leaned her head against his shoulder, continuing to eat her portion of rabbit meat in comfortable silence.

The night was peaceful.

But in Brandon’s mind, the threads of the paradox continued to weave... another wife, another potential child, another piece of the future being written by his own hands.

And beside him, the first and greatest Goddess of that future simply ate her meal, content for now to share this quiet moment with him.

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A few days passed quickly.

Eurasania Empire – Imperial Palace

Emperor Valerian Bleaufort was sitting on his chair in the courtyard as the evening breeze rustled past them.

He had agreed to this private meeting at Brandon’s request.

Brandon and Freya were sitting opposite him at the table.

Valerian glanced at Brandon for a moment before speaking "I assume you have come to give me your answer regarding marriage, Sir Kael."

Brandon nodded his head "Yes, Your Majesty. I have come to ask for Amelia’s hand in marriage. I love her, and I intend to take responsibility for her."

A faint smile touched Valerian’s lips, as he had expected this.

"I see. I will not oppose it. Amelia has made her feelings clear. She loves you deeply. As her father, I only ask that you treat her well and protect her."

Brandon nodded his head slightly.

"I will."

And he continued "However... there is something else I must tell you honestly."

Valerian raised an eyebrow curiously and Brandon glanced briefly at Freya beside him before looking back at the Emperor.

"I also love Freya. I wish to marry her as well."

HUH? Emperor Valerian’s eyes widened in genuine shock. He slowly turned his head to look at his younger sister, Freya, who was sitting calmly beside Brandon.

Freya met her brother’s stunned gaze without flinching.

She leaned gently against Brandon’s side, slipping her arm around his hand, showing open affection in front of the Emperor.

"I will be his concubine, brother."

Valerian stared at her and his mouth opened slightly, completely taken aback by her words.

"Freya... You... you cannot be serious."

"I am very serious," she replied. "I love him. I have for some time now. And I want to be with him. As his wife... or as his concubine. The title does not matter to me. I only wish to stay by his side."

She looked up at Brandon with affection, then back at her brother.

"Amelia knows. She has accepted it. We both want to be with him."

Valerian leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temple as he processed the information.

He looked between the two of them and let out a deep sigh "...I will need time to think about this. Amelia is my daughter and you are my sister. Its..."

"Also I can’t believe my sister is finally interested in a man."

He waved his hand wearily.

"But if both of you are truly committed... and if Amelia has already accepted this arrangement... then I will not stand in the way of your happiness."

Freya’s expression softened with relief "Thank you, brother."

Valerian looked at Brandon with a complex expression "Take care of them both. Or you will answer to me."

With a chuckle, he replied "I will."

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The steam rose lazily from the surface of the hot spring, curling into the cool evening air like delicate white mist.

Brandon sat naked on a low wooden stool near the edge of the spring with his back facing the water.

His body was relaxed while his elbows rested on his knees as he enjoyed the warmth of the spring air.

Scylla knelt behind him, also completely naked.

She had a soft brush in her hand and was slowly brushing his back, scrubbing away the sweat and dust from the day.

"What? You are getting married? To whom?"

She leaned forward slightly, her heavy breasts pressing against his back as she peered over his shoulder, genuinely caught off guard.

Brandon glanced back at her, "Amelia,"

Scylla blinked, placing her arms on his shoulder.

"Amelia? That cute little princess?"

"I knew you had something going on with Freya because I have seen both of you together in the capital. But Amelia too? Her father must be having a heart attack right now."

Scylla’s hands moved the brush across his shoulders and down his spine, scrubbing thoroughly.

"So... does Lady Rheanne know?" she asked, her tone turning slightly more curious.

She leaned in again, "Or are you planning to marry all three of them? The Goddess, the Princess, and the Emperor’s sister."

With that, Scylla scooted around to the front and knelt in front of him.

Water dripped from her body as she continued washing him, running the brush over his chest and shoulders from the front.

Brandon looked at her with a slight frown "Marrying Rheanne?"

Hm? Scylla glanced up at him in confusion, "What? Aren’t both of you in a relationship?"

His frown deepened "Who told you that?"

Scylla tilted her head, genuinely surprised by his reaction.

She lowered the brush slightly, resting it on his thigh as she looked at him.

"I thought it was obvious. Both of you are very close. And there were even a lot of rumors that the Goddess and her companion are in love."

She shrugged her shoulders, causing her breasts to sway with the motion.

"Most people assume you’re already together. Heck, even I thought you two were fucking regularly."

Scylla leaned back slightly, sitting on her heels in the shallow water as she looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"So... you’re not in a relationship with Lady Rheanne? Even after all this time?"

A soft sigh escaped his lips "We are indeed very close, but we are not really in a relationship."

Scylla’s eyes widened slightly "I’m surprised."

"How the heck did you control yourself for years? Staying with a beauty like her every single day..."

"You even ogle at my body without hesitation. Yet you never crossed that line with her?"

"Is she not interested? Or are you just that disciplined?"

Brandon’s eyebrow twitched in irritation "The same discipline that I haven’t touched you inappropriately even after bathing with you for months, you damn bitch."

Hearing his words, she giggled "I know, that’s why I am comfortable with sharing a bath with you."

She tilted her head, still smiling as droplets of water ran down her neck and between her breasts.

"Most men would have tried something by now. Grabbed me, groped me, or at least made some sleazy comment. But you just sit there, call me a bitch, and keep your hands to yourself even when I’m literally naked and kneeling in front of you."

Scylla leaned forward again, "That discipline of yours... it’s actually kind of impressive."

"But I get it. You respect me as a warrior first and as a person. So yes... I’m comfortable being naked around you. Because I know you won’t cross that line unless I actually want you to."

Scylla sat back again, stretching her arms above her head lazily.

The motion made her breasts lift and sway, fully on display in the light and she didn’t bother covering herself in the slightest.

"Besides, if I really wanted you to fuck me, I’d just say it straight. I’m not the type to play coy."

Brandon smiled and shook his head helplessly.

She reached for the soap again and resumed washing his legs.

"So tell me more about this marriage. Did you already tell the Emperor about this?"