"What a beautiful day to wake up to. The birds are singing more than ever, the sun is brighter than ever, and my penis is happier than ever."

I stretched nicely and got to my feet. Right beside me lay Willabelle's semi-naked body, sleeping under the sheet. The position of the sun clearly showed it was already afternoon, meaning we had slept for over ten hours.

As I stood up and started dressing, my entire body was aching with exhaustion. I have never understood why, my whole life, I wake up so much more tired when I oversleep. In any case, today is a good day.

I had finally managed, though with some difficulty, to get the woman I had wanted to possess since I first arrived in this world into my bed. Even though the path I took to get to this point with Willabelle was worse than I had imagined, I ultimately succeeded.

After dressing, I leaned down and tried to wake Willabelle with a kiss. She stirred. When my lips touched her cheek, there was a low murmur, followed by a deep breath. Her sleepy gaze, filtering through her eyelashes, slowly turned to me.

"Leonardo…" she whispered, her voice still lost in the fog of sleep.

Looking at the faint light shimmering on her skin, I marveled once again at how beautiful this woman was. In fact, all three women I was with were more beautiful than the last. They were gorgeous enough to surpass even the women in my previous world who called themselves supermodels. I truly am a lucky bastard.

I stroked Willabelle's delicate neck with my finger, and she pulled the sheet more tightly around herself.

"Good morning…" she said, with a half-shy, half-dazed smile.

I smiled back, but if she knew what I was hiding behind my smile, I'm sure she wouldn't look at me so innocently.

"Good morning, Willabelle," I said, my fingers still tracing her neck. "I think we slept for ten hours. I can't remember the last time I saw you so peaceful."

At my words, she closed her eyes slightly. For a moment, it was as if she might surrender herself to me, then she burrowed deeper under the sheet. Her shyness, mixed with that innocence, rekindled the desire in me, a desire blended with sweet patience.

"I was so… tired," she murmured, her voice almost a fragile squeak.

I leaned in and whispered close to her ear:

"I know. We were both tired, but it was worth it."

Something flashed in her eyes then. Was it shame, or a satisfaction she couldn't yet acknowledge? I couldn't tell. But it didn't matter. Because she was here now, next to me.

A light breeze wafted in from the window. Even the chirping of the birds couldn't change the atmosphere of this room. Because here, in this bed, I had found not only my victory but also my chains.

There was silence for a while. Then Willabelle parted her lips and said something unexpected:

"Leonardo… you don't regret what we did, do you?"

I looked into her eyes, which were hidden between the sheets, and saw in them both guilt and a fragile hope waiting for validation.

"No," I said, making my voice softer than it was. "Why would I regret it? We both knew where this was going. I wanted you… and you wanted me. Nothing else matters."

My words hung in the air. Willabelle looked away, biting her lip. Her fingertips gripped the edge of the sheet tightly as she whispered:

"I feel like everything happened too fast. It was like… I felt someone else was controlling my body, not me."

Without letting the smile on my face falter, I moved a little closer to her. My fingers ran through her hair. "Sometimes a person must surrender to their desires, and in our case, it worked out for us, didn't it? Now, get up and let's go to breakfast."

Willabelle opened her lips as if she were about to say something, then stopped. She was still clutching the sheet tightly to her chest, but a faint glimmer of surrender appeared in her eyes.

I straightened up and buttoned my jacket, as if everything was perfectly normal. I turned my back and walked to the window, stretching slightly as the sunlight hit me.

"It's going to be a beautiful day, Willabelle," I said. My voice was calm, but beneath it was a weight like stone. "Your body didn't mislead you. It showed me what you truly desired in those moments."

Then I turned back to her, and we made eye contact.

"And there is no going back now."

After my words, the silence in the room grew a little heavier. Willabelle released the sheet and sat up, her messy hair falling over her shoulders. Her lips trembled, but this time she didn't object.

I approached and offered my hand. "Come, let's go down for breakfast."

She hesitantly reached out her hand. And when I saw her slowly chaining herself to me of her own will, I felt a deserved peace within.

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Hearing Willabelle's footsteps beside me as we descended the stairs gave me a strange sense of gratification. Even though she was still in a shamed silence, knowing that her presence belonged to me was enough. We headed towards the garden for breakfast. The sun filtered through the branches, pouring golden light onto the table.

Annabel was waiting for us in the garden. She was already seated at the table, pouring tea from a crystal carafe. Her face looked composed, but I caught the subtle tremor in her eyes. Her gaze flickered over Willabelle for a moment, then turned to me. In that instant, no words were needed. She understood.

There was a faint line at the corner of Annabel's lips, the meaning of which I couldn't decipher. It was neither a smile nor anger. Just heavy acceptance.

I approached the table as if nothing had happened. Willabelle stood slightly behind me, pretending to look at the flowers to avoid Annabel's gaze. A palpable tension hung between us. Two women… and me, the man who stood between them like a secret.

Before sitting down, I leaned over Annabel. I dabbed my lips to her cheek. Annabel closed her eyes, her lips trembling slightly, but she said nothing.

Then I took my chair, unbuttoning my jacket to relax. The scent of fresh bread, cheese, and plates covered with honey rose from the table. The chirping of the birds filled the silence that would soon be mingled with the sounds of cutlery.

"What a beautiful morning, isn't it?" I said, as if none of the glances exchanged moments earlier had occurred.

Willabelle sat down in her chair with a tremor. Annabel, meanwhile, sipped her tea without turning her gaze to me. I knew that different storms were raging in both their hearts at that moment.

Annabel took the teacup to her lips without uttering a single word. There was a screen of calm on her face; neither surprise nor jealousy.

Only the solemnity required of a woman at a lord's side. Her eyes shifted to me one more time, flashed briefly, and then extinguished again. This look told me she was aware of everything but would not voice it.

That was enough for me. Annabel's silence was more valuable than approval. Because in this world, most women would bare their teeth at each other with ambition and envy. Annabel had already accepted her chains. And perhaps that's why her devotion to me was deeper than the others'.

Willabelle was silent. She pretended to examine the flowers on the table, tracing the edge of the bread with her fingers.

The juxtaposition of her bashfulness with Annabel's composure made the scene even more enjoyable. My women… by different paths, but ultimately seated at the same table.

I reached out, took the knife, and sliced the bread. Then, I spread a piece of butter and placed it in the center of the table. "Small moments like these sometimes make life beautiful," I said, with a slight smile on my face. "War, politics, power struggles… they are all outside. But here…" I tapped the wooden table with my fingertips. "Here, there is only us."

Annabel raised her eyes and looked at me. She silently bowed her head, signifying her acceptance of my words. Willabelle bit her lip but did not object.

"But we will be going to the capital in a few days. Things will be different there."

Annabel's hands trembled as she brought the cup to her lips. As she drank the tea, her eyes briefly met mine, then immediately darted away. There was a fragile curiosity in that look; as if the word "capital" was synonymous with one thing in her mind: the fear of being lost. She had grown used to me, sought refuge in me… but the capital was an unknown abyss for her.

I leaned back, a peaceful smile on my lips. Both women were looking at me in their own way: Annabel with fear, Willabelle with a calculated wakefulness.

"Of course, both of you will come with me," I said. There was an unquestionable firmness in my voice. "And yes, the capital will make you more visible. That is why you must be careful. Especially you, Annabel, you must be more careful while carrying my child."

A warm flush spread across Annabel's cheeks as she clasped her hands protectively over her stomach. The still-trembling teacup on the table betrayed the quickening of her heart. Even my concern for our child had made her happy.

"I… I will be careful," she said in a near-whisper. It was as if she were murmuring to herself, not to me. Her innocence was so clear that she laid bare her fears instead of hiding them.

Willabelle, meanwhile, had her head bowed, but her gaze subtly shifted to Annabel's stomach. A brief shadow crossed her eyes; it wasn't jealousy, but rather a calculation, a weighing of possibilities. Then she turned her eyes to me. The corners of her lips curved slightly.

"I can help her."

Willabelle's voice was calm but resolute. "I can help her, Leonardo. I can make things easier in the capital; I have experience with planning and observation."

I saw a sharp light of calculation in her eyes. Willabelle, who approached things with an alert intelligence, truly could be of assistance, balancing the pure Annabel's innocent fear.

Annabel briefly lifted her head, her eyes oscillating between fear and curiosity. "You… you will actually help, Willabelle?" she asked, her voice trembling but hopeful.

Willabelle nodded slightly. A thin smile appeared at the corners of her lips, like a chess player maneuvering a piece. "Of course. But you need to know the rules, Annabel. Everyone in the capital pursues their own agenda. If you're not careful, they can easily manipulate you."

Annabel was silent for a moment, then bowed her head. "Alright… I promise I will be careful."

And before I even realized it, the two women had already started to find common ground.

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