IGIWS FIRST DRAFT: Vol.7 Ch.400 Johan’s Practice 🦴

Elizabeth and Rianna were silent for what seemed like an eternity. They looked like they were in a fierce game a chess, but neither one was making a move. They were just staring each other down.

Rianna looked confident as her gaze had softened, but Elizabeth knew her friend and knew that there was a fire in her eyes that was waiting to be unleashed.

Elizabeth was trying to keep her composure as she didn't want to show her fear, but she was failing. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt like she was about to be sick. She could feel a cold sweat on her brow, and she knew that she had to say something before she lost her nerve.

"Concerns?" Elizabeth finally said, her voice trembling slightly. "I don't know what you mean, Your Majesty."

Rianna's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Oh, but I think you do, my dear friend," she said, her voice low and smooth. She ran the tip of her pointer finger around the rim of her teacup, the tiny clinking sound echoing in the tense silence. "I've heard some... distressing rumors. Whispers that have reached even the Queen's ear. About a certain... someone trying to prevent my son from marrying the woman he wants. A certain someone that this country needs to rid the rot that has taken hold for far too long, Ellie."

Elizabeth swallowed hard, the lump in her throat feeling like a stone. The Baroness's mind was racing as she was trying to think of the best way to get her message across to the Queen. She needed to be careful, but she also needed to be firm.

"Your Majesty... I know we've been friends for a long time, and I trust your judgment in most things. However, this is different. This is not about politics, or power, or prestige. This is about the soul of your son, and the future of this Kingdom," Elizabeth said, her voice gaining a little strength as she spoke.

Rianna raised a skeptical eyebrow. "The soul of my son? Ellie, my son is more himself now than he has ever been. He is confident, he is decisive, and he is happy. And it is all thanks to Rya. She has given him a purpose, a reason to live beyond just being the Crown Prince. She has given him a love that is pure and true."

"Pure? True? How can you say that, Your Majesty?" Elizabeth retorted, her voice rising in pitch. "Look what she has done to my Amelia! She was a sweet, innocent girl, and now... now she is a... a harlot! A common trollop! And she's not the only one! I've seen it with my own eyes! Then there's my daughter-in-law, Tayna! She was a shy, timid girl, and now she's a... a warrior! A... a... I don't know what she is anymore! And Johan... my poor Johan! He's been bewitched! He's not himself! He's a... a shadow of his former self!"

Rianna's smile tightened again. "You speak like they are gone. But from my eyes they look like they have improved their lives. Amelia is no longer the wallflower who cowered in shadows of others. Tayna is no longer the scarred maiden that is mocked behind her back. And Johan has his head held high for the first time since he learned he was manaless. Don't you think it's a little odd, Elizabeth? You speak of this as if it is a curse, but you haven't asked your children what they think. Perhaps, it is not Rya who has bewitched them, but your own fear that has blinded you."

Elizabeth's face flushed with a mixture of shame and defiance. "I know my children, Rianna! I know them better than anyone! And I know that they are not themselves! They have been corrupted by a dark power! A power that you, of all people, should be wary of!"

"Dark power? What dark power, Ellie?" Rianna leaned forward, her voice a low, dangerous whisper. "The power to heal? The power to give a man his future back? The power to give a woman her life back? The power to give a young girl her confidence? Is that the dark power you speak of?"

"Is that really what you want to call it? A blessing? Rian? Look at you! You always aged better than the rest of us, but this is ridiculous! You look younger than my 24-year-old daughter and you are breaking into your forties! I know you wanted to get your revenge on Leandra for poisoning you, but at what cost!? This isn't you! You're not the same woman who grieved for your stillborn son with me! You've changed! This has changed you!" Elizabeth cried, her voice cracking with emotion. She looked at her friend with desperation, hoping that her words would break through whatever spell she was under.

Rianna's face hardened for a moment, but then she sighed and shook her head, "Ellie, I appreciate the compliment about my looks. And the only things that changed about me is that for the first time in my life, I feel like I don't need to put these walls up around my heart. I'm not being poisoned by that witch anymore. I'm not going to lose my husband or my son to some petty squabbles, and you are not going to tell me that a Dark Elf is evil when she has done more for this Kingdom in the past six months than you, or I, or anyone else have every done in our entire lives. For the first time, I feel safe that my family will be able to grow old, and not have to worry about being poisoned or attacked by assassins, or fear incoming armies that would destroy our way of life, and it's because of her."

Rianna leaned back in her chair, her expression a mixture of pity and disappointment. "I'm disappointed in you, Elizabeth. I thought you were smarter than this. I thought you were stronger than this. But you changed. You're not the same woman who comforted me when I lost so many of my children due to the poison that Leandra gave me all those years ago. You're a shadow of your former self, and it's not because of Rya. It's because of your fear."

Elizabeth couldn't believe the gall of the Queen. How could she not see what was happening to her children? How could she not see what has happened to her. Rianna has a glow to her that wasn't normal, and her eyes seem to have a brightness to them that wasn't there before. But it was more than that, her aura was... different. It was stronger, more vibrant, like she was a younger version of herself. It was unnatural, and it must be all because of the Dark Elf.

"Then I guess we are at an impasse, my dear friend," Elizabeth said as she took a sip of tea.

Rianna only could smirk as she knew that Elizabeth was going to be in for a pleasant surprise.

"We'll see about that, Ellie. We'll see about that," the Queen said as she took a sip of her tea, her eyes glinting with a hint of mischief.

***

(One hour before Rianna and Rya arrived at the Dule Estate)

The sun was about to break the horizon as a young noble man was sprawled out on his bed. His chestnut-brown hair was a mess, and his face was covered in sweat. He was breathing heavily as his wife was lying next to him, her head on his chest. She had a small smile on her face as she listened to his heartbeat. She was a beautiful woman with long, auburn hair, and a slender, yet curvy figure. Her skin was flawless, and her green eyes were full of love and adoration for the man who was lying next to her.

"Tayna?..." Johan asked as he was trying to catch his breath.

"Hmm?" Tayna replied as she snuggled closer to him.

"You know that we are supposed to put up a front as a loveless marriage, right?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse.

Tayna giggled and kissed his chest. "I know, but I hate it. Even if it is meant to pull out those rats hiding in the walls," she said as she traced a small circle around his nipple with her finger, making him shudder.

Johan could only laugh as his member started to stir again. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. "You're not making this easy for me, you know that?" he said as he kissed her on the forehead.

She gave him a mischievous smirk, "Well? Let's just say I let it slip at Lydia's coming of age party that Rya healed my wounds to your brat of a cousin. I didn't like how everyone keeps calling you manaless and weak. I made sure to conceal the fact that you are a mage, but I warned all of them that you're my man and I'll do everything in my power to—Agh!?" Johan's cock was now fully awake as Tayna was stroking him.

"If you keep this up, I'll might get you pregnant by accident," he warned, as he was trying to get his urges under control, but his heart was racing and his breathing was becoming more ragged.

"Oh? You say that as if it's a bad thing," Tayna teased as she moved on top of him and positioned herself above his erect member. Johan tried to stop her but she forced his hands over his head and had them pinned down.

Johan's face was flushed as he struggled against her grip as she channeled her mana throughout her body to overpower him. She was surprisingly strong, but if Johan really wanted to, he would have used a Maja technique as well to overpower her. However, the feeling of her wet, warm pussy against his cock and the fiery passion written on her face made him want her even more.

"Tayna! Stop! We need to get ready for the day," he said, trying to be the responsible one.

But Tayna just smiled, "Not until I do my wifely duties and make sure that I finally get pregnant," she purred.

Johan looked at her as if she had gone insane, "W-What? You want to get pregnant, now? After all this time?" he asked in disbelief.

Tayna's smile widened, "It's time to start a family so we can shut up both of our parents. Oh! And just so you know, Johan? I want five children at the minimum..."

Johan swallowed the lump in his throat, "F-Five? You want that many kids?" he stammered.

"Yes. And you better get used to it," she said, as she lowered herself onto his cock, taking him in inch by inch, making both of them gasp.

Johan threw his head back and moaned as she began to move her hips, riding him with a slow, sensual rhythm. He tried to speak, "B-But isn't it too early? We still don't know who aiming for my title, yet," he managed to say, his voice strained with pleasure.

Tayna leaned down and kissed him deeply, silencing his protest. When she broke the kiss, she whispered, "Let them try. We have the Crown Prince and Rya on our side, and you are an Elite Illusion Mage, no one will be able to take your title. Now, stop talking, and do your job making love to your wife. She should have given you a child many years ago and she's sorry that she has been a terrible wife. I will make it up to you by giving you a big and strong family that will carry on the Dule name," she said with determination.

Her words sent a shiver down Johan's spine. He had never seen this side of her before, and he found it incredibly intoxicating. He was no longer fighting her, and instead, he was matching her movements, his hips rising to meet hers with each thrust. His hands were now free, and he gripped her hips, pulling her down harder, their bodies slapping together in a frantic, desperate rhythm.

Tayna's moans grew louder, her back arching as she felt the familiar heat building inside her. Tayna initially thought that she would hate sex and dreaded the day that would be carrying a child for a man she didn't care about. But now, she couldn't imagine her life without him and it was all thanks to Rya for showing her how wrong she was about Johan. He was one of the rare noblemen who truly cared for her and she almost threw it all away because she didn't know he was cursed. She had never felt so alive, so free, so... Loved. She needed to create more men like Johan and the only way to do that was to give them a family and to raise them to be just as kind and caring as their father.

"Agh! That's it Johan! Take me! Fill me with your seed! Let's make a baby together!" she cried out, her voice filled with passion and desire. Her eyes rolled back as she felt herself reaching the edge.

"Goddess!? You're so damned amazing! Tayna!" Johan roared as he felt his own release building. He wanted to give her what she wanted. He wanted to give her everything. He wanted to give her a family, a home, and a love that would last for all of eternity.

He wanted to fill her with his seed so badly, but he had an idea that would make their first time trying for a child more memorable.

'Th-This could be a good test for when I'm in a tight spot. Rya says it's good that I can cast Shadow Self in a relaxed environment, but in the heat of the moment I want to see if I can hold onto my concentration and not mess this up,' Johan thought as he could feel his release coming.

He closed his eyes and focused his mana, the world around him fading away. He had practiced this a thousand times in his mind, but he had never tried it in the heat of the moment. He was a bit nervous, but he thought that Tayna might enjoy what he had in store for her if he could pull it off.

The struggle of casting Shadow Self was having to to send Mana into multiple different parts of one's body. He needed to channel a good portion of his Mana into his firearms and calves while having the most of his Mana settling in his forehead. It's what made being an illusion mage so difficult, as you needed to be able to channel your Mana throughout your entire body to create an illusion that looked real. Granted, there wasn't too many simple spells that didn't require a lot of moving parts to them for an Illusionist, but a tangible illusion that could be used in a variety of ways in combat, was a rare gift. For a elemental mage only needed to channel their Mana into their hands, usually, to cast their spells. However, a skilled illusionist on the battlefield was extremely deadly when it comes to destabilizing morale. Before you know it, your army is seeing phantoms of your commanders dying, or your weapons are turning into snakes, or the ground is covered in spikes. But all of those illusions are just that, illusions. They are not tangible, and they can't cause physical harm, unless they were the rare breed, like Johan, who had the mage vein that had the potential to make illusions feel real. He didn't have to do anything different from any other Illusionist when casting his incantations. The only difference is his spells had a physical presence. This makes him extremely dangerous to his enemies, and extremely helpful to his allies, and extremely passionate in the bedroom.

He felt the familiar tingling in his limbs as his mana flowed through him, the world around him becoming a blur. He saw his own body in his mind, and he concentrated on every detail, from the sweat on his brow to the muscles in his thighs.

'Ngh! I can feel it... It's almost there... Come on, Johan! Focus!' he thought as his eyes shot open. He pictured himself standing behind Tayna, his hands on her hips, his body pressed against hers. And when he had enough mana in his forehead, he silent cast his magic.

'Shadow Self.'

A faint shimmer of ethereal light flickered at the foot of the bed. Within a second, and exact copy of Johan appeared behind the dominant and aggressive Tayna, who was too lost in her own pleasure to notice the change in the room.

The copy looked just like the real Johan, but his eyes were a glowing silver instead of their usual brown. That didn't happen in the past when Johan first started casting Shadow Self, but when Rya tried to give him a few pointers on how to fix his control problem, he finally came up with a consisting way of channeling his Mana to cast Shadow Self, where in the past he was able to cast Shadow Self only every tenth or eleventh time, but then his incantation only lasted for a minute at best before the mana destabilized and the copy would vanish. But now, he was able to maintain his concentration for a much longer period. The only downside was that his copy's eyes would glow like this for the entire duration of the spell. So, it was harder to trick someone into believing his copy was the real him. But it still served it's purpose as a second version of himself who could fight along side him on the battlefield. And with the practice it allowed him to get used to seeing double vision. Or should he say that he can see and hear everything from his copies perspective as well as his own. At first, he was disoriented and would get a splitting headache. But now, he was able to focus on both his own and his copy's perspective at the same time. It was an exhilarating feeling, and it made him feel like he was in two places at once, which he was. But their was something exhilarating about seeing his sexy wife from two angles at the same time. It was like watching a live performance of the most beautiful woman in the world from a front row seat and a backstage pass.

He looked at his copy, and they both nodded at each other. The real Johan gave his copy the go ahead.

The copy's hands glided over Tayna's perfect ass, his touch was as real as his own and it made Tayna yelp in surprise. "WHO DARES!... Johan!? Are you... Oh, my!" Tayna gasped as she saw the copy of her husband.

The real Johan smirked as he saw the shock on her face, but that shock quickly turned into a mixture of curiosity and desire. "You said you wanted me to do my husbandly duties, right?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

Tayna's eyes widened as she looked from the real Johan to the copy. She was speechless as the clone moved in from behind her and started to kiss her neck, his hands roaming over her body until they found her perky breasts. The real Johan, still inside her, started to move his hips, his thrusts becoming more forceful, making her moan with pleasure.

Johan's copy then leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I've wanted to do this for a long time, my love."

Before she could ask about what was going on, the copy had already made his move. He had his hands on her hips and pulled her back, causing her to lean forward, exposing her tight little asshole.

"What are you—Ooooooh!?" Tayna moaned as she felt the Johan's clone's cock press against her backdoor.

She had never had anything in her ass before. She thought it was gross, and she would never let a man do that to her, but for some reason, she was strangely curious about what it would feel like. And with Johan being an illusion mage and his copy looking so real and his cock feeling so real, she couldn't help but be a little turned on by the idea.

The real Johan slowed his pace to a gentle rocking as his copy started to push his way into her tight virgin ass. The first few inches were a little uncomfortable, but as he got deeper, the discomfort started to fade, replaced by a strange, new pleasure.

"Are you okay, my love?" the real Johan asked, his voice filled with concern.

Tayna could only nod as she was lost in a sea of pleasure. She had never felt so full, so complete. The two cocks inside her, moving in a perfect rhythm, were sending waves of ecstasy through her body. She felt a pressure building deep inside her, a pressure that was more intense than anything she had ever felt before. It was a sensation that was both strange and wonderful, and it made her want more.

"I'm... I'm okay, Johan. It feels... amazing," she moaned, her voice a breathy whisper.

The copy smiled as he continued to pump his cock in and out of her tight ass, his hands still firmly on her hips, guiding her movements. The real Johan, still inside her pussy, started to pick up the pace again, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. He could feel her walls tightening around him, her body trembling with pleasure. He knew she was close, and he wanted to push her over the edge.

"That's it, Tayna. Let go. Let it all go," the real Johan whispered, his voice a low, seductive murmur.

The copy leaned in and whispered in her other ear, "We love you, Tayna. We will always love you."

The words, combined with the overwhelming pleasure, were too much for her to handle. She let out a loud cry as her body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Her vision blurred, and for a moment, she felt as if she was floating on a cloud of pure ecstasy. She had never experienced anything like it before, and she knew that she would never be able to forget it.

The real Johan and his copy continued to move inside her, their rhythm perfectly in sync, their bodies working together to bring her to new heights of pleasure. They were a well-oiled machine, a perfect team, and they were both determined to make this moment last as long as possible.

Tayna's body was on fire. She felt a warmth spreading through her, a warmth that started in her chest and slowly worked its way down to her toes. She felt a tingling sensation in her limbs, a tingling that grew stronger with each passing second. She felt a pressure building deep inside her yet again as her husband and the copy continued to fuck her with relentless passion.

"Agh! Johan! I'm... I'm going to... AGAIN!" Tayna cried out, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief.

The real Johan smiled as he felt her walls tighten around his cock once more. But unlike last time, Tayna's pussy clamped down on him so hard that he couldn't hold back himself. The copy even grimaced as her butthole clamped down on its cock with a vise like grip that would have broken a normal man's cock.

"F-Fuck! Tayna! You're... You're squeezing me so hard! Agh! I'm going to... I'm going to cum!" Johan grunted, his voice a low, guttural growl.

The copy was started to fade as Tayna's mana strengthened body crushed his cock with such force, that Johan couldn't maintain his concentration any longer. The copy's body flickered for a moment before it vanished into thin air, leaving only a faint shimmer of ethereal light in its wake.

Johan felt his release build, a wave of pleasure that washed over him like a tidal wave. He let out a loud roar as he filled her with his seed, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

Tayna's body convulsed as she felt his hot cum filling her insides. She had never felt so full, so complete. She had never felt so loved.

She collapsed onto his chest, her body spent, her mind a blur of pleasure and contentment. She could feel his heart beating against her ear, a steady, rhythmic thump that made her feel safe, and secure.

Johan wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He kissed the top of her head, his lips lingering on her soft, auburn hair.

"I love you, Tayna," he whispered, his voice a low, seductive murmur.

Tayna looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and adoration. "I love you too, Johan. More than you will ever—hold on!" Tayna sat up in the bed and glared down at him. "Did you use your magic to... double the fun?" she asked, her voice a mixture of accusation and awe.

Johan's face turned a shade of crimson that would have made a tomato jealous. He looked away from her, a sheepish grin on his face. "I, uh... I might have. If you didn't like it. Then I won't ever do it again," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

Tayna's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Oh, no... You just opened a box that I don't think you'll be able to close, my dear husband. You're going to be doing that again... A lot," she said with a giggle.

Johan's eyes widened in surprise, and a wave of relief washed over him. He was worried that she would be angry, or worse, disgusted by his little experiment. But instead, she seemed to be... turned on by it.

"Really? You... you liked it?" he asked, his voice a little more confident.

"It was different... But let's just say it was a fun different. I think we should experiment more with it in the future," she said as she leaned in and kissed him, her lips soft and warm against his. "But sometimes I just only want to two us together. So, let's keep this as a treat for when we are both feeling a little... adventurous," she added with a wink.

Johan couldn't help but smile. He had never felt so happy, so... alive. He had spent most of his life feeling like a failure, a disappointment to his family and his title. But now, with Tayna by his side, he felt like he could take on the world.

"I'll keep that in mind," he said as he pulled her in for another kiss, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve, every contour. He could feel her body respond to his touch, her skin tingling with anticipation. He knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, a chapter filled with love, passion, and a family of their own.

And just as they were about to go in for another round the door to Johan's chamber burst open, making Johan instinctively cover Tayna with the silk blanket, while reaching for his wand under his pillow.

But before he could grab his danger his father, Johnathan Dule, came rushing into the room with a few servants, his face pale and his eyes wide with panic. Just as he was about to speak to his son he couldn't help but pause as he saw someone he wasn't expecting to be sharing a bed with his son. It was Johan's wife, Tayna.

He thought the girl despised being married to his son, but to his pleasant surprise he spotted that she was naked along with his son and the room had that sweety stench of sex in the air. This was a great sign that he would soon be a grandfather, and he wouldn't have to worry about those vultures in the House of Lords trying to take his son's title away.

Tayna's face was a deep crimson as she pulled the covers up to her chin, her heart pounding in her chest. She had always been a private person in public, and the thought of being caught in such a compromising position with Johan was mortifying, but she also didn't want to show any fear in front of her father-in-law. She could feel the eyes of the servants on her, their gazes a mixture of shock and amusement. She wanted to disappear, to be anywhere but here. But at the same time, she was happy to no longer be pretending that she hated being married to her husband.

Johan, however, was not so pleased. His face was a mask of fury, his eyes flashing with anger as he glared at his father. "Father! What is the meaning of this? Can't you see we are busy?" he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble.

Johnathan, finally snapping out of his stupor, quickly regained his composure. "I... I apologize, my son. Lady Tayna. But this is important. The Queen is here. And she is not alone," he said, his voice a hushed whisper.

Johan and Tayna gave each other a side glance and then looked back at his father. Johan's face was now a mixture of shock and confusion. "The Queen? Here? Now? And with who?" he asked, his voice a little unsteady.

"Yes. And she has Princess Rya is with her," Johnathan added, his voice filled with a sense of urgency.

Johan's eyebrow shot up in surprise and then looked at Tayna who was just as surprised as he was. After a brief moment, Tayna had a determined look written on her face and gave Johan a nod. If Rya was here then she needed there help. The both of them tried to talk Elizabeth off the edge on Rya being the cause of their families changes, which was true in a curtain sense, and now that Rya had come to their family's estate, this was the perfect opportunity to show his mother that she was wrong about the Dark Elf.

"Well, then we will not keep her waiting," Tayna said as she stood up quickly with the bed sheet still wrapped around her. Johan tried for a moment to keep himself covered by the very same sheet, but her relented as the sheet was torn away as the auburn haired beauty went towards the bathroom door on the right side of the room.

Johnathan had to turn his head for a moment as he didn't want to see his son's modesty out in the open. A few of the servants followed suit the only one who was slow to looking away was a young female servant, who's curiosity was rewarded with a view of Johan's morning wood that was still glistening with his wife's juices. She didn't see it for long before her fellow maid elbowed her and gave her a disapproving glare. The young servant blushed and looked away with a goofy smile on her face.

"Tell Kaya that I'm taking a beth in my husband's room and tell her to grab my favorite dress and undergarments," Tayna ordered the servants who were trying their best not to blush.

"Right away, my Lady," one of the maids said with a blush and hurried away down the hall to find Tayna's personal maid.

Tayna turned to look at Johan one more time before giving him a wink and a smile. "I'll be out in ten minutes. Try not to get into any trouble while I'm gone, honey," she said, her voice a playful tease.

Johan couldn't help but smile as he watched her disappear into the bathroom. He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice young maid sneaking another peek at his naked body.

Johan let out a sigh and gave her a critical look. This caused the young maid jumped and quickly scurried out of the room, leaving Johan alone with his father, and the valet.

With another sigh, Johan moved over and sat on the edge of his bed. He reached for his robe that was on the nightstand and put it on. He looked at his father with a deadpan expression as he saw him slowly turning his head towards him. Johnathan looked away when he made eye contact with his son.

"Ahem!... Well?... It seems like you finally worked your charms on Lady Tayna. See! I told you that once a woman gets to know you then they would eventually see your—"

"Father. Can we not," Johan cut him off.

Johnathan cleared his throat and tried to change the subject, "Right! My apologies... I'm just... Pleasantly surprised. Maybe this will put your mother at ease."

Johan stood up and gave his father a skeptical look, "After everything she has been spouting about Rya and how she thinks that the Dark Elf has turned us into monsters? I doubt a little morning sex is going to change her mind."

Johnathan looked a little down as he ran his hand through his graying hair, "Well, she's just worried about her children, like all good mothers should be."

"Yet she hasn't bothered to ask Tayna or Amelia what is going on. Instead she's been treating us like we have been corrupted. I love her, I really do. But the mother I used to know is not the same person that I'm looking at," Johan said as he gestured towards the dining room.

His father didn't like hearing that but he had to agree, but he had to be the peacemaker, as he saw his wife was in over her head, even if he still didn't believe that Rya was a demoness like his wife believed. However, he couldn't deny that both of his children had changed. Amelia's was more noticable with her matured curves, and his son was looking better when he finally saw him this past month after being separated from him and Tayna for the last two months before that . He had a confidence he hadn't seen since his son was a child and his face was more... striking. But after accidently seeing his son in the nude. He saw that his son no longer had that pudgy body that refused to lose weight even when he tried. Johan looked leaner, more like a warrior now than a scholar. And now he is hearing that Tayna and him have finally consummated their marriage after three years of being wed. It was all just a little too convenient for the Baron.

"Alright. I get it. She's been a little overbearing," Johnathan said, before glancing at his son once again to see that he was more decently covered. "But try to see this from her perspective, son. Your sister, her little girl, has gone from a sweet and innocent little girl who had a shy and delicate personality, to a grown woman who looks like a temptress. And she's been sneaking out of the estate at night these past three nights! How do you think that makes her feel? Then, there is you. You're 'manaless' and she thought she got to your wife to control you after you inherited my title for the Dark Elf's—"

"Father!? Princess Rya has a name! And she is not the monster you or Mother thinks she is! She is the reason why I am able to finally give Tayna what she—" Johan stopped himself as he needed to keep up the act that he's "manaless" for a little longer. "Why I am able to show Tayna that I'm not the helpless boy my mother thought I was. And Amelia is not a temptress! She is probably offended by Mother's nagging and wants to get away from her! That's why she's been sneaking out! Have you ever thought about that!?"

Johnathan sighed and looked away from his son for a moment, "It is not my place to question your mother. She is my wife. And if you knew what was good for you, you would keep your mouth shut. You are 29 years old, Johan. Know your place and know when to pick your battle—which are very limited for you because of your Common Level Vein. And even if you have a Master Level Vein, your mother still outranks you. You are her son and she is your mother. You will respect her."

Johan's anger flared as he was about to retort but he was cut off by his wife's voice, as she was now in a dark-blue bathrobe waiting to get dressed.

"My apologies for keeping you waiting, had Kaya arrived with my clothes?" Tayna asked. Her hair was up in a towel and her skin was still wet from her bath. She didn't even wait for the servants to answer her as she saw her personal maid, Kaya, rounding the corner and entered the room with her dress. Kaya looked embarrassed as her was eaves dropping on the Baron's and the Young Lord's conversation.

"Yes, my Lady. Here is your dress and I'll lay them out you on the bed," Kaya said as she tried her best to act professional and hurried inside the room.

"Thank you, Kaya. Please get a cup of tea for me and my husband. We have a long day ahead of us," Tayna said as she dismissed her maid.

Kaya bowed her head and scurried out of the room to fulfill her Lady's wishes.

"Johan? Hurry up and take a bath. We will discuss this later," Tayna said as she gave him a pointed look. It wasn't a suggestion, it was a command to stop him from making a mistake.

Johan sighed and nodded his head. He knew that she was right. He had a tendency to speak his mind without thinking, and it was starting to get him into trouble with his parents. He was lucky to have a wife like Tayna, who was always there to keep him in check.

"I will be out in a few minutes," he said as he grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom.

Tayna smiled and looked over at Johnathan, who was standing around like he was waiting for something to happen.

"If you don't mind, Johnathan. My maid and I need some private time while I get dressed," Tayna said, her voice polite but firm.

Johnathan did a double take and forgot that he was still in his son's room. He had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn't even noticed that Tayna was still in the room.

"Right. I'll be in the hall... Waiting for your husband," Johnathan stammered as he quickly left the room with the valet in tow.

Once the door was closed, Tayna let out a long sigh. She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in her father-in-law. She knew that he was a good man, but he was a pushover when it came to his wife. She wondered how this was going to play out, and she hoped that her mother-in-law would come to her senses before she did something that she would regret.