Chapter 1396: A Confident Smirk, A Nervous Chuckle ( 1396 )
Chapter 1396: A Confident Smirk, A Nervous Chuckle ( 1396 )
Meanwhile.
Javier arrived at the antechamber just before the throne hall, where Alf, Erinette, Hesbeirn, and the other attendants were waiting calmly outside the massive doors.
He exhaled from a distance, slowing his steps.
Looks like Father is still in there... Probably getting an earful from Mother. Why did he have to bring up that topic when he already knows Mother is sensitive about it.
Sigh... now Mother is surely in a bad mood.
He stopped a few paces away, rubbing the back of his neck.
And I have a feeling something is going to happen to me soon. She’s going to corner me, or guilt-trip me, or give me that sweet, dangerous smile. Worst of all, she might punish me for it.
Javier exhaled again, glancing around the grand hallway.
Well... whatever... even if I try to run, there’s no escaping her. She’ll find me eventually, and it’ll only make things worse.
He straightened his posture and walked forward, his footsteps echoing softly against the marble floor.
Alf, standing with his usual stern composure, adjusted his cuff and glove, then glanced at Javier as he approached.
"Your Highness."
"Ah, Alf... Father and Mother... still inside?"
"Yes, Your Highness. I believe everything is... under control. His Majesty is a resourceful man, capable of weathering any storm, especially those conjured by Her Majesty’s displeasure. However, I would advise caution when you enter."
Hesbeirn leaned forward with a teasing smirk. "Brat, I suggest you prepare yourself. Your mother’s mood is..."
He flinched and straightened abruptly the moment Erinette narrowed her eyes at him. He swallowed hard, averting his gaze with an awkward smile.
Javier let out an awkward chuckle before shaking his head and reaching for the handle. He pushed the massive door open and stepped inside.
His eyes landed on the scene before him. Garius was sitting on the throne, his arms wrapped around Fransesca, who was resting her cheek against his chest while gently stroking her hair, his lips brushing her forehead in a soft, tender kiss.
"Honey... you know I was just saying that, right? It’s not like I’m going to tell our son to make all his fiancées pregnant right away," Garius murmured, his voice soft.
Fransesca slapped his chest lightly, her voice muffled against his shirt. "Still! I don’t like it when you say things like that. We already have Marcellus and Cedric’s wives expecting. My honey bun shouldn’t be rushed into that kind of responsibility yet."
Garius let out a soft sigh, his hand still soothingly running through her hair. "I know, I know..."
Fransesca nuzzled closer, her voice softening. "I still want to keep him as my little boy a while longer."
Javier smiled faintly, watching his parents share a tender, quiet moment.
Glad they both still have this... even after all these years.
Well... who wouldn’t, when you have a partner who never grows old? Not just in appearance, but beautiful, graceful, and still as captivating as the day you met her. A woman who could make any man’s heart race with a single glance.
But damn... my old man really knows how to handle the strongest woman in existence. Well... to be precise, a goddess. A real goddess.
Heh~ I guess that suits his title. The First Hero of this world.
Maybe I should give them some space and let them have their moment.
A confident smirk spread across Javier’s lips.
Well...since my parents are busy.
Maybe I should find Liana and fuck her hard. Bring her to our room, lock the door, and pin her against the wall, burying my dick deep inside her tight pussy. Hearing her hiss in pain before melting into moans, stripping her naked from her maid outfit, seeing her beautiful breasts and those small pink nipples, and hearing her call me Young Master over and over as she climax super hard, just like before.
Mhhm~ yes. I should do that.
He felt his dick harden, throbbing against his pants.
Oh shit... just thinking about Liana is making me hard like this.
He began to turn, his hand reaching for the door handle, when a soft, sweet voice called out from behind him.
"Honey bun~ Where do you think you’re going?"
Javier froze mid-step, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. He turned slowly, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish smile.
"Ah... Mother... Father... I was just... um... err... since you both looked busy... I was thinking about giving you both some space? Ehehehe."
Fransesca adjusted her position, still comfortably seated on Garius’s lap, before smiling warmly at Javier.
"Just come here, honey bun~"
"O... okay."
Javier walked slowly toward them, grumbling internally.
Ugh! I gave them a chance to have their sweet moment, and yet she still calls me over. I could have been on my way to find Liana right now...
He reached the throne and offered a respectful nod.
"Esteemed Father, Esteemed Mother."
"Mmm..." Garius nodded, his gaze sweeping the hall. "Where is the girl? Celine?"
"Ah, about her," Javier’s expression remained calm as he folded his hands behind his back. "I asked her to wait in the guest wing. Marcellus and the others are accompanying her until the formal audience can be re-arranged. I thought it would be best to speak with you both first before proceeding with the formal audience."
Garius rested his head on his knuckle, his elbow propped on the armrest of the throne. His eyes fixed on Javier with his usual stern, calm expression.
"After this, bring her to the meeting room. A formal audience in the grand hall would be appropriate for official diplomatic recognition, but given the circumstances of her arrival and the reason she came, a more private setting will allow for a candid discussion. There is much we need to discuss without the weight of ceremony slowing us down."
"Understood, Father. I’ll make the arrangements."
Garius nodded slowly, his gaze steady.
"Since she came here for diplomatic reasons, and there might be a chance that the documents or information she carries could shed light on what we’ve been trying to uncover about the other continent, it’s best we speak openly. If she truly wishes to establish a line of communication between Her nation and Armand, then we should hear what she has to say without unnecessary formalities getting in the way. A formal throne room audience can be arranged later if needed, but first, we need to understand what she truly brings to us."
( End Of Chapter )