Chapter 336: The Initiated War ’in bed’
The faint light of dawn peeked through the windows, casting a soft, golden glow over the mess that had once been Lyan’s room. Wilhelmina slowly opened her eyes, blinking away the haze of sleep as she stretched beneath the blankets. The room was in complete disarray—clothes strewn across the floor, pillows tossed haphazardly, and an overturned chair in the corner. Yet, despite the chaos, all she could do was offer a small, wry smile.
She let out a soft breath, shaking her head as she sat up. The other women lay sprawled across the bed and nearby couches, all still fast asleep from the long night that had bled into the early morning. She rubbed her eyes, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of events. To think, a simple conversation with Lyan had escalated into an entire night of intimacy with all of them.
She glanced to her right, and there was Lyan, his arm draped casually over her waist. He shifted slightly, his eyelids fluttering open as he stirred, a lazy but content smile spreading across his lips. "Morning, Wilhelmina," he greeted, his voice still thick with sleep.
Wilhelmina met his gaze, her smile softening. "Morning, Lyan. Sleep well?"
Lyan stretched beside her, letting out a satisfied groan. "Slept like a log, though I can’t say the same for my stamina. Last night was... something else."
Wilhelmina chuckled softly, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Yeah... ’something else’ is one way to put it." She glanced around the room again, surveying the aftermath with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "What a disaster," she murmured, still smiling.
"Not every day you get to say you survived a night with this many women," Lyan teased, leaning down to press a light kiss on her forehead.
Wilhelmina swatted his chest lightly. "Only you would turn this into some sort of twisted achievement." Her tone was playful, but there was warmth in her words. She couldn’t help but admire how Lyan managed to take everything in stride. His casual demeanor always had a way of calming her.
They lay in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying the tranquility of the early morning. But as the minutes passed, Wilhelmina’s thoughts began to drift to the more practical aspects of their lives—specifically, Lyan’s fiefdom.