Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 92: The Bleaufort Estate [1]

Sitting near the window, Brandon leaned his head slightly against the cool glass of the private plane, watching the endless expanse of blue sea glittering far below.

The clouds drifted lazily overhead, casting soft shadows across the surface.

In his lap, Eira moved slightly.

She wormed her way onto him the moment they took off, with her long legs curling to the side across his thighs and her slender arms loosely wrapped around his neck.

She nestled herself close, resting her head just beneath his chin.

Brandon didn’t complain. If anything, it was... comforting.

"Brandon..." she murmured, her voice laced with that teasing affection she often used around him now.

He turned his head slightly, and her lips brushed his cheek as her fingers gently ran through his hair.

He looked down at her with a small smile on his lips ’She’s really gotten clingy lately,’

She tilted her head, gazing up at him with a playful glint in her eyes. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Her fingers played with the collar of his shirt as she leaned closer and kissed the point of his chin. "Are you afraid to see my mother?"

He let out a low chuckle and rested his hand gently on her waist. "Well... I’m kinda nervous,"

"She’s your mother, and, you know... one of the five Great Family heads."

Eira smiled lightly, her head dipping back to rest against his shoulder. "Mm... She’s intimidating, I won’t lie," she said with a small laugh.

"Even to me sometimes. But I am sure you will get along well with her."

She leaned forward and kissed his lips "I won’t let her separate us. You’re already mine. Mom just needs to accept it."

He blinked and looked into her eyes "Wait. Yours?"

She smirked and opened her lips slowly biting his lower lip "Mmhm. You didn’t know? We sealed the contract back when you kissed me that day."

"Is that so?"

"Uh huh."

He gave a soft laugh as the plane began to descend as the coastline of their destination came into view.

The mansion of House Bleaufort awaited... its matriarch even more so.

...

As the private plane began its slow descent, Brandon gazed out the window, watching the shimmering coastline of the southern provinces.

Below, near the edge of the shore, he saw a sprawling estate framed by immaculate landscaping and rising stone walls.

"The Bleaufort House," Eira murmured, leaning against him, "That’s home."

"Big place," Brandon said under his breath.

Eira chuckled softly, "My mother likes her space."

As the plane touched down on the runway located in a private airfield some distance from the estate, the tires screeched softly against the tarmac before gradually rolling to a smooth halt.

Moments later, the plane door opened with a mechanical hiss, and the scent of sea air flooded in... crisp, and faintly floral from the wild rosemary that grew along the coastal cliffs.

Eira stood first, adjusting her black blazer and brushing down her skirt.

Her posture straightened instinctively and there is a grace to her movements now.

She isn’t just Eira here. She is Eira Bleaufort of the Great Five Houses.

Brandon followed her down the metal steps, blinking as the sunlight hit him full in the face.

A warm breeze swept over the tarmac, ruffling his hair.

He squinted slightly, then looked around the airstrip.

He glanced at the two Sedans waiting for him.

The vehicles bore the elegant silver crest of the Beaufort family on their hoods... an ancient sea lion entwined with waves and roses, holding a scepter in its jaws.

Two women in dark-blue suits stood beside the vehicles.

Both had headpieces wired with subtle communication nodes, and their expressions were neutral.

As the couple approached, one of the women bowed respectfully.

"Lady Eira. Lord Brandon," she said smoothly.

"We’ve been instructed to escort you directly to the manor. Lady Florence is expecting you."

Eira gave a nod "Thank you, Maelle."

The guard opened the door for them, and Eira slid in gracefully, pulling Brandon with her.

The convoy moved swiftly as the sedans turned out of the airfield and onto the private coastal road.

The scenery flew past: manicured cypress trees, high white stone walls, and flickers of the ocean beyond.

Brandon stayed quiet for most of the ride, watching the landscape with a thoughtful expression.

The car rounded a final curve, and the full grandeur of the Beaufort estate emerged from behind a row of cypress hedges.

As the sedan slowed to a halt before the grand entrance, a row of uniformed attendants stood ready near the steps leading up to the main hall.

Brandon noticed that every one of them is woman.

As the car door opened, Eira stepped out first, her and Brandon stepped out behind her, straightening his jacket.

The entrance was a grand double staircase that swept upward to an arched landing.

Then, the doors opened.

Footsteps echoed from the upper level of the foyer, and from the wide staircase at the center, a woman descended.

Brandon instinctively stood straighter.

She was beautiful with long blonde hair and her eyes were a soft gold.

Her gown was a deep violet and sleeveless, and it plunged at the center, revealing the upper cleavage of her breasts.

A single, distinct mole sat high above her left breast... a beauty mark.

She wore no excessive jewelry, just a single pendant and thin, elegant rings.

"Eira. You’re home."

Eira stepped forward and bowed her head lightly. "Mother."

As she spoke, Brandon noticed a faint glint in her mouth ’Is that what I think it is?’

Florence’s gaze flicked to Brandon and her lips curved into something that might have been a smile.

"So this is him."

Brandon stepped forward with a smile "Brandon Kael."

She stepped down the stairs and reached in front of him "Florence Bleaufort, 36th Matriarch of the Bleaufort family."

Brandon extended his hand and shook her hand gently.

With a faint nod, she retracted her hand "Come. Let’s talk inside. I’m curious about many things."

She turned and began to walk back into the house.

The attendants by the door stepped aside, bowing their heads as the matriarch passed.

Brandon glanced at Eira, who gave him a small, apologetic smile.

"She’s not as scary as she seems," she whispered.

"...She seems pretty scary," he whispered back.

Eira stifled a laugh and took his hand.

Together, they followed Florence into the vast marble-floored interior of House Beaufort.

Florence Beaufort walked ahead of them with a grace that made it seem as though her heels never touched the floor.

They were led into the eastern wing of the estate, where the walls gave way to a more open layout.

A large lounge opened up before them, sunken slightly from the rest of the hall, with a view that stretched out to the sea beyond wide glass panes.

A pair of enormous velvet curtains hung partially drawn to the sides, fluttering faintly in the breeze from an open balcony.

The center of the room held a set of luxuriously soft, ocean-blue couches that curled around a glass table in a loose semicircle.

Silver trays with tea and wine were already prepared on the sideboard nearby.

Florence gestured casually to the seats "Please. Make yourselves comfortable."

Brandon and Eira stepped down into the lounge and took their seats as Florence took the opposite seat.

Eira crossed her legs, resting her hand gently on Brandon’s thigh.

Florence took her time before she finally spoke again, "So, the Church of Rhéanne declared you the Herald."

Brandon nodded slowly, "Yeah. During the baptism."

Florence’s lips curved into a faint smile "That’s not a small thing. It places you beyond the concern of mere nations. You realize that, don’t you?"

"I’m beginning to," Brandon replied with a nod.

She hummed under her breath "Mm."

Eira exhaled lightly "Mother, Brandon didn’t come here to be interrogated—"

"Oh, I disagree," Florence cut in smoothly, her golden eyes sliding to her daughter.

"I think he knew exactly what walking into this house would mean. Didn’t you, Brandon?"

Brandon looked into her eyes and smiled faintly "I did."

"Good," Florence muttered under her breath.

She reached for the tea that had been silently brought in.

Florence took a sip, her eyes never leaving him. "Tell me something, then. Do you love her?"

Hearing this, he looked at Eira and nodded his head "Yes, I do."

A cold glint passed through Florence’s eyes as she spoke "But... I won’t give my daughter to you. How dare you think that you can easily get my only daughter?"

Upon hearing her sharp words, Brandon was dumbfounded, and Eira hugged him tightly "Mom, no matter what, I won’t leave him."

Florence’s eyes narrowed as she placed the cup back on the table "Is that so?"

Brandon sighed in his heart and braced himself for whatever was coming next, but in the next instant-

...

"Hahahaha...."

Florence leaned back on the couch and laughed loudly, clutching her stomach.

"Oh heavens—hah!—goddess above, I’ve always wanted to say that line," she gasped between her laughs, trying to catch her breath.

"I finally got to do it! And the look on your face, Brandon—oh, priceless! Hahaha!"

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Eira, meanwhile, had both her palms on her face now.

Her voice came out muffled behind her fingers. "There she goes again..."