Chapter 218: Chapter : 218 : Permit!

The chamber was quiet in the way only royal rooms ever were—thick curtains swallowing sound, polished marble reflecting candlelight without warmth.

The air carried a faint floral scent, subtle and deliberate, meant to soothe visitors and remind them exactly whose space they stood in.

Aiden sat straight-backed in the chair opposite the desk, boots planted firmly, hands resting loosely on his knees.

Across from him, Queen Alethea Albinos regarded him with calm, pale eyes—measured, unreadable, and very much awake to every nuance in the room.

“Your Majesty,” Aiden began, breaking the silence with an easy confidence that bordered on familiarity, “thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”

Queen Alethea inclined her head slightly. “Sir Aiden, your requests tend to arrive with urgency attached. I would be remiss to ignore them.”

As she spoke, her breasts lifted noticeably with the intake of breath needed for the longer sentence—full, heavy, straining against the confines of her gown.

The gold lace trim stretched taut across the upper curves, the deep valley between them deepening with the motion.

Aiden smiled faintly. “I’ll try not to make a habit of it.”

She folded her hands atop the desk. “You requested permission regarding the eastern districts.”

“That’s right,” Aiden said. “There’s an auction coming up. Eastern side. I intend to attend.”

Alethea leaned back slightly in her chair.

The motion was regal, controlled—but it sent her breasts rising and settling again, the soft weight shifting visibly beneath the silk, the deep cleavage deepening as her posture changed.

“You are aware the eastern auctions operate in a… particular manner.”

The subtle emphasis on “particular” made her chest rise once more—full mounds pressing upward against the low neckline, lace straining, pale skin glowing in the candlelight.

“I am,” Aiden said calmly. “Legal. Regulated. And unpleasant.”

Alethea’s fingers tapped once against the armrest—another small motion that sent a faint tremor through her breasts.

“Identity concealment. Masks required. Member verification enforced.”

“Which is why I’m here,” Aiden said. “I need clearance. A member sigil. Something that gets me through the door without raising questions.”

She studied him carefully. “That place is not meant for honorable men.”

Aiden smirked. “Good thing I’m flexible.”

Silence stretched between them—not hostile, but heavy with implication.

Alethea’s breasts rose and fell slowly as she considered him—each breath causing the soft, heavy mounds to shift, the gold embroidery catching the light, the deep cleavage seeming to deepen with every thoughtful exhale.

“The eastern auctions trade more than objects,” Alethea said. “People walk in wearing masks so their names don’t follow them out.”

“I don’t plan on taking the mask off,” Aiden replied.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “What is it you are seeking there, Sir Aiden?”

He leaned back in his chair, fingers lacing together, gaze steady.

“We’ll see,” he said.

For a heartbeat, the room seemed to hold its breath.

Then Queen Alethea laughed.

It was a quiet sound—controlled, refined, but genuine.

Her laughter made her breasts quiver noticeably—soft, heavy mounds trembling with the motion, the deep cleavage shifting as her shoulders shook gently.”You are infuriating,” she said. “And evasive in a way I find deeply suspicious.”

“I prefer ’selectively honest,’” Aiden replied lightly.

“Very well,” Alethea said.

She continued, “You will receive member sigils and masks. Nothing ornate. Nothing recognizable. It will pass inspection.”

Aiden let out a low whistle. “You move fast.”

“I prefer to move ahead,” she corrected. “You will receive everything when you leave my chamber.”

Aiden rose slightly from his seat and inclined his head. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

She waved a hand dismissively—the motion sending another gentle ripple through her monumental cleavage.

“Do not thank me yet. I am curious to see what trouble you cause.”

He smiled. “I wouldn’t dream of disappointing you.”

Her gaze sharpened again—breasts lifting once more as she drew a slow, considering breath.. “Your motives interest me.”

“They should,” Aiden replied. “But I promise—nothing I do there will threaten your kingdom.”

“I know,” she said immediately. “If I believed otherwise, this conversation would have ended differently.”

Aiden met her eyes. “Then trust me.”

Alethea studied him—breasts shifting softly with each measured breath—then nodded once. “Very well.”

He stood fully now, chair scraping softly against the floor. “If that’s all, Your Majesty—”

“Sir Aiden,” she said, stopping him mid-motion.

He turned. “Yes?”

She hesitated—just long enough for him to notice.

Another slow rise and fall of her chest—breasts swelling against the gown, lace stretching, pale skin glowing.

“If it is agreeable to you,” she said carefully, “I would like my daughter to accompany you.”

Aiden blinked. “Seraphina?”

“Yes,” Alethea said. “And Nivara.”

Aiden’s brows lifted slightly, then he chuckled under his breath. “They’ve been missing me.”

“They have,” Alethea said softly.

Aiden rubbed the back of his neck. “I had a feeling.”

“They trust you,” she continued. “And my daughter listens to you in ways she does not listen to me.”

“That’s dangerous information to give me,” Aiden teased.

Her eyes glinted. “I am aware.”

He considered briefly, then nodded. “Sure. They can come.”

Alethea exhaled—breasts settling softly as tension eased from her shoulders. “Thank you.”

“I’ll keep them out of trouble,” Aiden said with a casual salute.

She smiled faintly. “I doubt you will try very hard.”

He turned toward the door, then paused. “Your Majesty?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

She smiled.

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Aiden stepped out of the chamber, the heavy doors closing behind him with a muted, resonant thud that echoed faintly down the corridor.

He rolled his shoulders once, already mentally shifting gears, when a soft chime echoed in his mind.

The system panel slid open before his eyes—translucent, silent, insistent.

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[SYSTEM REMINDER]

EVENT STATUS: EASTERN AUCTION

TIME REMAINING: LIMITED

RECOMMENDATION: ATTEND PROMPTLY

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Aiden exhaled through his nose.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

He dismissed the panel with a casual flick of thought and continued walking—boots echoing softly against polished marble.

That was when he heard voices.

Familiar ones.

Light, animated footsteps. A touch of irritation. A patient sigh.

He slowed instinctively, then smirked and stepped just out of sight behind a wide marble pillar as the voices drew closer.

“…I’m telling you, Nini, he does this on purpose,” Seraphina’s voice huffed—bright, exasperated, unmistakably royal. “He comes, then vanishes like he doesn’t even notice the emotional devastation he leaves behind.”

Nivara’s voice answered—calm, measured, but with the faintest undertone of fondness.

“Princess… Sir Aiden has responsibilities.”

“That doesn’t excuse disappearing!” Seraphina shot back. “I barely got to talk to him last time. He didn’t even stay for tea.”

“Royal tea,” Nivara corrected gently. “Which he was not obligated to—”

“I miss him,” Seraphina said stubbornly, voice dropping into something softer, more vulnerable. “Is that so unreasonable?”

There was a pause—long enough to be meaningful.

“…No,” Nivara admitted quietly. “It isn’t.”

Seraphina perked up instantly. “See? Even you agree.”

“I did not say that,” Nivara replied, flustered now. “I merely said— Princess, please slow down.”

They came into view.

Seraphina walked with her usual confident bounce, hands clasped behind her back, expression animated despite the complaint in her voice.

Nivara followed half a step behind, posture straight, eyes forward—trying very hard not to look like she was also thinking about the same man.

Aiden waited until they were just beside him.

Then—

In one smooth motion, he reached out.

Arms wrapping around both their waists.

And pulled.

Seraphina yelped—more delighted than startled—as she was spun back against him.

Nivara froze.

Completely.

Her breath caught as she was drawn in as well, pressing against his chest, his arm firm and unmistakably real around her waist.

“Miss me?” Aiden murmured, voice low and amused.

Seraphina gasped, then immediately beamed—eyes shining, hands already grabbing at his coat. “Sir Aiden!”

She twisted in his arms just enough to face him, pressing herself close—soft breasts squishing warmly against his chest through her gown.

“I missed you,” she laughed,

“You heard me complaining, didn’t you?”

Aiden chuckled—low, dark—fingers flexing just enough to squeeze once, gently.

“Every word.”

Nivara, meanwhile, had turned an impressive shade of deep red across her cheeks and the tips of her pointed ears.

“S-Sir—!” she stammered, hands hovering awkwardly as if unsure where they were allowed to be. “This is highly inappropriate in a royal corridor!”

“Relax,” Aiden said easily, “No one’s around.”

Nivara swallowed hard—her throat working visibly.

“That… that does not make it better.”

Seraphina leaned closer to him, grinning wickedly—pressing her breast harder on his chest.

“You left without saying goodbye,” she accused.

Aiden tilted his head slightly. “Would you have let me leave if I did?”

She paused.

Then smiled sweetly—dangerously.

“No.”

He laughed. “Exactly.”

Nivara finally managed to look up at him eyes sharp despite the furious blush spreading down her neck.

“Her Majesty mentioned she will ask you to take us with you when you return,” she said carefully. “Did she asked?”

Aiden nodded. “If you’re willing.”

Seraphina’s answer was immediate.

“Yes.”

No hesitation. No doubt.

Nivara hesitated only a heartbeat longer—then exhaled, shoulders relaxing slightly.

“…If the Princess wishes it, I will accompany you.”

Seraphina hooked her arm around his without warning—pressing her soft curves against his side again.

“We’re coming,” she declared proudly. “You don’t get to disappear this time.”

Aiden smirked. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He loosened his hold just enough for them to stand properly, though Seraphina made no move to step away—her hand still resting possessively on his chest.

Nivara straightened herself with deliberate focus—cheeks still burning, eyes carefully not looking at where his arm had been moments ago.

Aiden glanced between them—amused, fond, already mentally preparing for whatever chaos these two would bring to the auction.

“Come on,” he said. “If I’m attending something unpleasant, I might as well have good company.”

Seraphina squeezed his arm happily—breasts pressing warmly against his side again.

“Oh, you always do.”

Nivara sighed—resigned, fond, and very aware that this day had just become far more complicated.

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END OF Chapter : 218 : PERMIT!

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