Chapter 107: The Proposal of the Princess

Chapter 107: Chapter 107: The Proposal of the Princess

"...Mother."

Seraphina’s lips parted, voice soft, almost trance-like. Her blue eyes never wavered from Aiden.

"Who... who is he?" Her words tumbled out like a dream. Then, bolder, shameless: "He’s so handsome. I wanna marry him."

The hall went silent.

The Queen froze, her fingers still resting on her daughter’s clasped hands. Even her regal composure cracked, eyes widening at her daughter’s blunt declaration.

Nivara’s jaw dropped, crimson eyes snapping toward Seraphina like she’d just spat fire in the temple.

And Aiden—he stood rooted, lips parting in stunned silence.

But before he could react—

"Master!"

"Heartlord!"

"My King!"

Three voices sang out at once.

Aiden grunted as Nyxion and Thristle latched onto his back from either side, their ample chests smothering him like a soft ambush. Luna was quicker, clinging tightly to his arm, her blue eyes gleaming in smug possession.

He staggered, arms caught in a warm, busty prison. "H-Hey—what the—?!"

Each of them chimed cheerfully in turn:

Luna buried her cheek into his arm. "Master~ I found you."

Nyxion pressed her chest into his shoulder, purring. "Heartlord, you left without me."

Thristle tightened her grip from behind, her sultry voice low. "My King, don’t wander off alone."

Aiden wheezed. "You’re all... crushing me."

And then came a calm, regal interruption.

Lysandra and Arisha, appeared at his side with Leona nestled in Lysandra’s arms. She adjusted the little girl against her chest, stepping into the sunlight. Her lips curved faintly. "Good morning, Sir Aiden. It seems your admirers multiply by the day."

Aiden chuckled breathlessly, finally easing the three clingers off enough to stand straighter. His gaze softened as it landed on Leona. "And how’s my little one doing?"

Leona stirred in Lysandra’s arms, rubbing her sleepy eyes. When she spotted Aiden, her whole face lit up. "Daddy!" She wriggled eagerly. "Hold me, hold me!"

"Come here, princess." Aiden carefully took her from Lysandra, settling her onto his hip with practiced ease. Leona clung to his neck instantly, small fingers digging into his hair.

Vegia, Ivy, Zera and Fluffynugget joined in.

"Good morning Onii-Chan."

"Mii~"

"Morning, Hero."

"Idiot."

The moment was warm. Sweet.

Until Seraphina, cheeks still flushed, took a bold step forward.

Her glossy black dress strained with the sway of her hips as she moved, the neckline creaking faintly as her breasts shifted against the glossy prison. She clasped her hands nervously in front of her, then blurted with surprising strength:

"My name is Seraphina Albinos, Princess of this realm! And—" she pointed directly at Aiden, chin tilted high. "I would like to marry you!"

Gasps rippled.

The Queen’s composure shattered further, though she didn’t speak.

Nivara froze beside her princess, purple cheeks paling. "P-Princess, what—?!"

Luna’s wolf ears shot up, her blue eyes narrowing dangerously. "What did you just say?" She hugged Aiden’s arm tighter, nails digging in like claws.

Nyxion purred low, her tail swishing like a whip. "Oh? Bold little princess thinks she can steal Heartlord?"

Thristle leaned closer, glaring down the hall with heated eyes. "My King is not some toy to claim, girl."

"Not this again." Lysandra, Arisha and Vegia muttered at the same.

The air bristled with tension. Animalistic, protective. Instincts flared in each of them, their bodies coiling with possessiveness.

Leona, meanwhile, gaped. Her little jaw dropped comically, eyes darting between Seraphina and Aiden. Inside her head, the thought was clear as daylight, *Another Mummy?!*

Her eyes shifted again, this time to Nivara—the towering, purple-skinned beauty standing silent beside the princess. *Another Mummy.*

Her tiny lips puckered into the faintest pout, but she stayed quiet, burying her face into Aiden’s chest instead.

Aiden rubbed her back, chuckling softly. "Easy, little one." Thinking that she might be getting protective like the others.

But Seraphina wasn’t done. She stepped closer, her cheeks red, but her posture bold. "I meant it. I don’t care how many wives or companions you already have. You look strong, you look kind, you’re handsome—exactly the kind of man I..." she swallowed, voice trembling with sincerity. "...want for my husband."

Aiden blinked. "W-Wait—"

Before he could answer, chaos erupted.

Luna growled. "Over my dead body."

Nyxion smirked, but her grip tightened. "Over my body first."

Thristle said mischievously, "I don’t mind."

Seraphina huffed, stomping her foot. Her breasts bounced dangerously in her glossy dress, threatening to burst seams. "I’m a princess! I’ll have what I want!"

Nivara pinched the bridge of her nose, crimson eyes flashing in disbelief. "Gods above, Princess, control yourself. You cannot just—"

"I can!" Seraphina shot back, puffing her chest out proudly. "Look at me, Nini! Do you see these boobs? This dress? I’m irresistible!"

Nivara’s jaw actually dropped again, her composure slipping for once.

From behind Aiden, Thristle’s thoughts slithered darkly, eyes flicking over Seraphina’s body. *Those breasts... those hips... gods, she could break a man without trying. Wouldn’t mind watching that.*

She licked her lips unconsciously, then quickly shook her head, muttering under her breath, "Focus, Thristle."

Lysandra and Arisha stood quietly through the commotion. Her gaze darted between Seraphina and her mother, but she said nothing—just tightened her lips, watching.

The Queen, for her part, finally exhaled. Her chest rose and fell in one long, heavy sigh. The movement was sensual despite herself—the swell of her mature bosom straining the fine fabric of her gown, her regal hips shifting under the motion.

"...This morning has gotten out of hand," she murmured.

But her eyes betrayed a glimmer of amusement.

Aiden scratched the back of his head, still holding Leona as the chaos spun around him. "Uh... Your Majesty? Do I say something? Or...?"

"No," Alethea replied smoothly, though the faint amusement on her cheeks betrayed her composure. "Let us see how far my daughter dares to go."

Seraphina puffed up again, stomping closer until she stood nearly toe-to-toe with Luna, Nyxion, and Thristle. Her golden hair shimmered under the sunlight, her breasts heaving with each breath, her hips rolling with every indignant sway.

"I’m not backing down," she declared. "If you want to keep him, then fight me for him!"

Aiden blinked. "...Wait. What?"

Luna snarled. Nyxion smirked. Thristle’s eyes gleamed dangerously.

And behind them, Leona facepalmed into Aiden’s chest with all the force of a tiny child who’d seen enough.

"Mother..." Seraphina gasped softly, cheeks glowing pink.

"Seraphina, you dare speak so boldly," the Queen said, her tone teasing. Her voice was velvet and smoke, rich with authority.

But the princess only jutted her chin higher, her glossy lips parting. "I mean it! I’ll fight for him if I must."

Aiden blinked rapidly. "Wait—fight? What does—"

Seraphina’s body swayed with indignation as she stomped forward. "Yes! A duel!" she declared proudly. "Let one of his women fight on of mine! If I win, he’ll have no choice but to take me as his wife!"

"Excuse me?!" Luna barked, ears flattening against her head.

Nyxion purred like a predator, though her tail lashed dangerously. "Little princess, you don’t know what storm you’re calling upon."

But Seraphina only folded her arms under her straining chest, making her breasts nearly spill upward. She smirked, wicked and naïve at once. "Then bring out your strongest sword woman!"

Everyone’s eyes shifted instinctively.

Lysandra cleared her throat softly, "Well... if it’s swords..." Her crimson eyes flicked toward the shy figure hovering behind her. "...then the obvious choice would be—"

"Arisha," Nyxion finished smoothly.

The timid sword general froze. Her green cheeks flamed instantly red. "M-me?! No! I—I couldn’t possibly!" She flinched backward, her slim fingers tightening around the hilt at her waist as though hiding it would erase her skill. "Sir Aiden... tell them no!"

But the wives closed in on her like vultures.

Thristle leaned down with a sharp grin, her generous chest pressing dangerously close to Arisha’s shoulder. "Think about it, shy little wife. If that stacked princess marries him—" she nodded toward Seraphina’s heaving chest, "—do you really think My King will still look at you? Or... share your bed?"

Arisha gasped, trembling. Her gaze flicked to Aiden instinctively, then to the obscene curves of the princess.

Luna pressed the nail in deeper, her voice husky. "You’ve seen how Master looks at bodies, haven’t you? Do you want him buried in hers while you stand outside the door?"

Nyxion giggled darkly, brushing a hand down Arisha’s trembling arm. "Then fight. Show him you can protect his name."

Arisha swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling in sharp, quick breaths. The thought of losing Aiden—her Aiden—to that bouncing, smug princess was unbearable. Her shyness burned away, replaced by a trembling fire.

"I..." she whispered. Then louder, eyes flashing. "I’ll fight."

The wives smirked, satisfied.

But before anything more could be said, another voice rang out.

"I, too, demand a duel."

The hall stilled. All eyes turned to Nivara.

The towering purple beauty stepped forward, her crimson eyes blazing with pride. Her purple skin shimmered faintly under the morning light. Her hips swayed with lethal grace as she pointed her finger toward Aiden.

"If you are to court my princess, if you are to claim her heart—then you must prove yourself to me first."

Aiden’s mouth went dry. "W-what? You want me to duel?"

"Yes," Nivara said firmly. The movement of her body with each word was mesmerizing—breasts jostling, thighs flexing, hips rolling like blades in motion. "I will not hand over Seraphina to a man who cannot even defend himself."

"Oi, oi, hold on—" Aiden started, but Seraphina cut in with a beaming grin.

"Yes, Nini! Make him fight too!"

The princess pressed her hands to her wide hips, chest heaving proudly. Her nipples pressed faintly against the straining dress, sharp outlines visible for all to see. "This way, if he wins, and if his sword wife wins—then I know he’s strong enough to protect me!"

Laughter—rich and melodic—swept through the room.

It was the Queen.

Alethea’s voice rolled out like honey. "A war, is it? Very well..."

"Y-Your Majesty—" Aiden tried, but she raised a regal hand.

"I give my blessing," Alethea purred, her lips curving into a dangerously amused smile. "Daughter against wife. Guardian against lover. Let the steel speak where words fail."

Gasps echoed.

Seraphina squealed, clapping her hands together. "Yes! Finally!" Her breasts bounced wildly in approval.

Nivara nodded sharply, her stern face unreadable, though her crimson eyes never left Aiden’s.

Aiden rubbed his temple. "Why do I always end up in these messes..."

Leona groaned into his neck again. "Daddy... I don’t want more Mummies. They’re scary."

Vegia muttered, "Idiot."

"Mii~"

"Why do I feel like the author forgot about our dialogues?" Zera muttered to herself and Ivy.

The wives closed in around Arisha, whispering encouragement, blackmail, and temptation.

Arisha, face scarlet, finally nodded, her slender hands tightening around her blade. "I’ll fight. For you, Sir."

"Then let the duels begin." The Queen declared.

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END OF Chapter 107: THE PROPOSAL OF THE PRINCESS

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