Chapter 159: Aunt Cassandra and Fiora Comes To Visit

More than a week had passed since the Steele Family unleashed the Phone upon the world. The kingdom was buzzing, quite literally now, with the newfound ability to communicate instantly across vast distances.

Hope and fear were intertwined in the air, a strange cocktail of emotions swirling through Eloriath. Hope for better coordination against the looming demonic threat, fear of the unknown horrors that lay ahead.

It was amidst this charged atmosphere that the Steele Mansion received visitors. Visitors Alaric had been expecting, even anticipating with a certain… eagerness.

A carriage, bearing the elegant crest of House Galanis, pulled up to the mansion’s grand entrance. From it alighted two figures, both strikingly beautiful blondes, both women who shared a certain… family resemblance with Lyra.

Cassandra Galanis, Matriarch of House Galanis, stepped out first. Lyra’s sister, and Alaric’s aunt. Like Lyra, she possessed long, flowing blonde hair, but Cassandra styled hers in intricate braids, interwoven with delicate silver threads.

Unlike Lyra’s ocean-blue eyes, Cassandra’s were a deep, mesmerizing purple, framed by thick, dark lashes. And like Lyra, Cassandra possessed a mature, voluptuous figure that could make any man’s head turn. Her breasts, pressed against the fabric of her elegant travelling dress, were undeniably large and seductive, a Galanis family trait it seemed.

Following her mother was Fiora Galanis, Cassandra’s sixteen-year-old daughter. Alaric’s cousin, and a girl who had occupied a certain… space in his thoughts for quite some time now.

Fiora, at sixteen, was blossoming into a beauty in her own right. She had inherited the Galanis blonde hair, cascading down her back in loose waves, and a delicate, cute face that hinted at future allure. Her eyes were a warm, inviting brown, and her figure, while still developing, was already promising. Her breasts, though not as overtly large as her mother’s or aunt’s, were nonetheless nicely rounded and full, a testament to the Galanis bloodline.

Alaric felt a stir of… anticipation as he watched them approach. ’Perfect timing, Mother,’ he thought, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. ’Just as planned.’

He had, of course, orchestrated this visit. A simple command to Lyra, whispered during one of their more… intimate moments, and his ever-compliant mother had readily obeyed. Lyra, in her current state of blissful depravity, was more than willing to facilitate her son’s desires, even if it meant bringing her own sister into his orbit.

’She knows what I want,’ Alaric mused, his gaze lingering on Cassandra’s approaching figure. ’She knows I have plans for both of them. And she doesn’t mind. Not one bit.’ The extent of Lyra’s surrender still thrilled him, a testament to his growing influence, his irresistible allure.

And Fiora… Fiora was a different matter entirely. He knew of her long-standing infatuation with him, a childish crush that, he suspected, had matured into something… more. He had seen the longing glances, the shy smiles, the subtle touches whenever they had met at family gatherings. He knew she was ripe for the taking, and he intended to… cultivate that ripeness to its fullest potential.

’Expert Martialist at sixteen,’ Alaric noted, his gaze shifting to Fiora. ’Not bad at all. That second awakening really did wonders for her potential.’ Fiora’s recent second awakening, a rare phenomenon that unlocked a martial artist’s true potential upon reaching maturity, had propelled her straight to the Expert rank, a feat that impressed even him. It spoke volumes about her innate talent, a talent he intended to… nurture, in his own unique way.

He smoothed out his expression, banishing the predatory smirk and replacing it with a polite, welcoming smile. Time to play the cordial host. For now, at least. He stepped forward to greet his aunt and cousin, Lyra gracefully falling into step beside him, a picture of serene composure, hiding any trace of the passionate whirlwind they had just unleashed upon each other.

“Aunt Cassandra, Fiora,” Alaric greeted them warmly, his voice smooth and welcoming. “Welcome to Steele Mansion. It’s… good to see you both.”

Lyra echoed his welcome, her voice equally warm and sincere. “Sister, it’s been too long. And my cute niece, you’ve grown so much! You’re practically a young woman now.” She embraced her sister and niece, her movements graceful and affectionate, a perfect display of familial warmth.

Cassandra returned the embrace, her purple eyes sparkling with genuine pleasure. “Lyra, it’s wonderful to see you too. And Alaric,” she turned her attention to him, her gaze appraising, a hint of admiration in her eyes. “Congratulations are in order, young man. The Phone… it’s truly revolutionary. Wonderfully Ingenious. The entire kingdom is buzzing about it.”

“Thank you, Aunt Cassandra,” Alaric replied, inclining his head slightly, accepting the praise with practiced modesty. “It’s… something I’ve been working on for a while. I’m glad it’s proving useful.”

Cassandra’s expression shifted, a shadow of sympathy crossing her face. “Though I must say, Alaric, I was deeply saddened to hear about the Verdant Dawn Academy,” she said, her voice softening with genuine concern. “Such a tragedy. And so… sudden. Lyra told me you were there when it happened. You must have… witnessed terrible things.”

Alaric nodded slowly, his expression turning somber, a carefully crafted mask of grief and trauma settling over his features. “It was… horrific, Aunt Cassandra,” he said, his voice low, deliberately subdued. “Chaos. Destruction. Things… no one should ever have to see.”

Lyra placed a comforting hand on his arm, her touch light but supportive. “He barely escaped with his life, Cassandra,” she said, her voice laced with maternal concern. “It was a miracle he made it back to the mansion at all.”

Cassandra’s purple eyes widened with sympathy, turning towards Alaric with a renewed look of concern.

“Alaric, dear boy, I am so sorry,” she said, her voice softening even further. “To go through something like that… at your age… it must have been… devastating.” She reached out, placing a hand on his cheek, her touch surprisingly gentle, her thumb stroking his skin with a comforting gesture.

Alaric met her gaze, his ruby eyes reflecting a carefully crafted blend of sadness and resilience. “It was… difficult, Aunt Cassandra,” he said, his voice still subdued. “But… I’m here now. Safe. And… I’m trying to focus on… moving forward. On helping in any way I can.”

Fiora, who had been standing quietly beside her mother, her brown eyes fixed on Alaric, finally spoke, her voice soft, almost hesitant. “Alaric… are you… are you alright?” she asked, her gaze filled with genuine worry, her youthful face etched with concern. “Mother told me… about the demons… it sounds… terrifying.”

Alaric turned his attention to Fiora, his gaze softening slightly, a hint of warmth entering his ruby eyes. “I’m… managing, Fiora,” he said, his voice gentler now, directed specifically at her. “It was… a shock, to say the least. But… I’m trying to stay strong. For… everyone.” He offered her a small, reassuring smile, a carefully calibrated gesture designed to elicit a specific reaction.

And it worked. Fiora’s brown eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink, her gaze lingering on his, a mixture of sympathy, admiration, and something… deeper, something undeniably infatuated flickering within their depths.

’Hook, line, and sinker,’ Alaric thought, a flicker of predatory satisfaction surfacing beneath his carefully crafted facade of polite concern. ’She’s practically eating out of my hand already.’

The initial greetings and condolences exchanged, Alaric gestured towards the mansion entrance, his smile widening, becoming more genuinely welcoming now that the pleasantries were out of the way.

“Please, Aunt Cassandra, Fiora,” he said, his voice regaining its usual warmth and charm. “Come inside. Let’s… talk more comfortably. And perhaps… have some refreshments? I’m sure you are tired after your journey.”

Cassandra and Fiora readily agreed, following Alaric and Lyra into the grand Steele Mansion, unaware of the subtle undercurrents of desire and manipulation swirling beneath the surface of the polite familial exchange.

The visit, ostensibly a gesture of condolence and familial support, was, in Alaric’s mind, the opening move in a far more… personal game. A game he intended to win, with both mother and daughter as his willing, and very pleasurable, prizes.

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Steele Mansion, despite the shadow of the demonic threat looming over the kingdom, exuded an air of quiet confidence, even understated opulence. It wasn’t the first time Cassandra and Fiora had visited, but this time felt… different. More substantial. More… noble.

’It really has changed,’ Cassandra thought, her purple eyes taking in the polished marble floors, the gleaming chandeliers, the richer tapestries adorning the walls. ’Lyra really has done well for herself and… for Alaric.’

Fiora, walking beside her mother, also noticed the subtle shift. The mansion felt grander, more imposing, yet somehow also more… lived-in, more comfortable. The air hummed with a quiet energy, a sense of purpose and prosperity that was almost palpable.

’It’s even more amazing than I remember,’ Fiora thought, her brown eyes wide with admiration, glancing around at the tastefully decorated halls. ’Alaric… he really has transformed this place.’

Lyra, leading the way with Alaric beside her, beamed with pride, subtly basking in her sister’s impressed gaze. “Welcome, welcome,” she said again, her voice warm and welcoming. “Make yourselves at home. It’s… well, it’s been a bit hectic lately, but we’re always happy to have family.”

Alaric nodded in agreement, his smile genuine as he gestured towards a lavishly appointed drawing room. “Please, come in, relax. Let’s have some tea, catch up. It feels like ages since we last properly talked.”

Cassandra and Fiora followed them into the drawing room, sinking into plush velvet armchairs with sighs of contentment. The room was spacious and airy, sunlight streaming through large windows, illuminating rich fabrics and intricate carvings. Servants, moving with quiet efficiency, appeared almost instantly with trays laden with delicate porcelain teacups, steaming pots of fragrant tea, and plates piled high with delectable pastries.

“This is… lovely, Lyra,” Cassandra said, accepting a cup of tea with a grateful smile. “You’ve really… transformed this place. It’s… quite the contrast to how I remember it.”

Lyra chuckled, a low, throaty sound. “Well, things have… changed, sister,” she said, a hint of understatement in her voice. “The Steele Family… we’ve been… fortunate. And Alaric… well, he’s been… busy.” She glanced at Alaric, a subtle hint of pride in her eyes.

Alaric took a sip of his tea, a faint smirk playing on his lips. ’Fortunate is one word for it,’ he thought wryly. ’More like ruthlessly ambitious and magically gifted, but fortunate works too.’

Fiora, sipping her tea more delicately, her brown eyes still fixed on Alaric, added her own compliment. “It’s really beautiful, Alaric,” she said softly, her cheeks flushing slightly. “The mansion… everything. You’ve done an amazing job.”

“Thank you, Fiora,” Alaric replied, meeting her gaze, his ruby eyes softening slightly. “It’s… still a work in progress, but I’m glad you like it.” He held her gaze for a moment longer than strictly necessary, noticing the faint blush deepen on her cheeks. ’Definitely still interested,’ he thought, a flicker of satisfaction warming him.

As they settled into comfortable conversation, the initial pleasantries gave way to more substantial topics.

After a while, as the initial shock and somber reflection subsided, Cassandra turned her attention to Lyra, a hint of curiosity in her purple eyes. “So, sister,” she said, her tone becoming more inquisitive. “Why did you ask us to come all the way out here? It’s lovely to visit, of course, but… was there a specific reason?”

Lyra smiled, a knowing glint in her ocean-blue eyes, glancing at Alaric before turning back to Cassandra. “Well, yes, there was a reason, sister,” she said, her voice becoming more animated. “Actually, several reasons. But the main one… well, it’s about you, Cassandra. And your… martial arts training.”

Cassandra raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “My training? What about it?”

Lyra leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping to a more conspiratorial whisper, though still perfectly audible to everyone in the room. “Cassandra, you know how the Steele Family has been… acquiring… a rather… impressive collection of… resources lately?”

Cassandra nodded slowly, her purple eyes narrowing slightly, a hint of suspicion entering her gaze. “Yes… I’ve heard whispers. Rumors of…unusual trades. Exchanges for these… Phones of yours. People are saying you’re amassing… quite the hoard of… things.”

Lyra chuckled again, a low, secretive sound. “Let’s just say… the rumors are… somewhat accurate, sister,” she said, her smile widening. “And among those… things… we’ve acquired… well, some items that I think might be… extremely beneficial to your martial arts training, Cassandra. Especially… your rank.”

Cassandra’s eyes widened slightly, a spark of excitement flickering within their depths. “Beneficial to my rank?” she repeated, her voice laced with anticipation. “Lyra, are you saying… you have something that could help me… advance?”

Lyra nodded enthusiastically, her smile now beaming. “Exactly, sister! We’ve acquired… well, let’s just say some incredibly potent elixirs, ancient martial arts manuals, even some… enchanted training artifacts. Things that could help you break through to the next level, Cassandra. Maybe even… Master Martialist level.”

Cassandra gasped, her purple eyes widening even further, her expression a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming excitement. “Master… Master Martialist?” she repeated, her voice barely a whisper. “Lyra, are you serious? You have something that could actually help me… reach Master rank?”

Lyra nodded again, her smile radiant. “I believe so, sister. And… well, I wanted to share them with you. Family helping family, you know? Especially now, with everything that’s happening… we need to be stronger. All of us.”

Cassandra was practically vibrating with excitement now, her initial suspicion completely forgotten, replaced by pure, unadulterated eagerness. “Lyra, sister, you are… you are an angel!” she exclaimed, reaching across the table to grasp Lyra’s hands, her purple eyes shining with gratitude. “I… I can’t believe it! Master Martialist… it’s been my dream for so long! And you… you might actually have the key?”

Lyra squeezed her sister’s hands, her smile warm and genuine. “I think we might, Cassandra,” she said, her voice reassuring. “And I want you to have it. All of it. Whatever we have that can help you. It’s yours.”

Cassandra was practically speechless, her eyes shining with tears of joy. “Lyra… I… I don’t know what to say,” she stammered, her voice choked with emotion. “Thank you. Thank you so much, sister. You… you have no idea what this means to me.”

“Nonsense, Cassandra,” Lyra said, waving her hand dismissively. “We’re family. We look out for each other. And besides,” she added with a wink, “it’ll be fun to have another Grand Martialist in the family, won’t it? We can spar together, train together… it’ll be just like old times.”

Cassandra laughed, a genuine, joyful sound, her earlier worries completely forgotten, replaced by a surge of hope and excitement. “Sparring with you at Grand Martialist level? I doubt I would be able to beat you!” she teased, her voice light and playful.

“Maybe not beat me,” Lyra conceded with a chuckle, “but you’ll certainly give me a run for my money, sister. And who knows? With these… resources… maybe you’ll surprise yourself.” She winked again, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

While the sisters were caught up in their excited conversation about martial arts and potential rank breakthroughs, Alaric turned his attention to Fiora, who had been watching the exchange with a quiet smile, her brown eyes reflecting her mother’s happiness.

“Fiora,” Alaric said, his voice soft, drawing her attention. “Why don’t we… take a walk? The gardens are looking particularly lovely this afternoon. And… I’m sure you’d rather hear about… less intense topics than demonic invasions and martial arts training.” He offered her a warm, inviting smile.

Fiora’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink again, her brown eyes widening slightly, a flicker of excitement sparking within them. “Oh… yes, Alaric,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “That… that would be lovely. A walk in the gardens… yes, please.”

Alaric stood up, offering her his hand with a polite gesture. Fiora hesitated for a moment, her gaze flicking towards her mother and aunt, who were still engrossed in their conversation, then back to Alaric, her cheeks flushing even deeper.

Taking a deep breath, she placed her hand in his, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against his.

Alaric’s fingers closed around hers, his touch gentle but firm, a subtle warmth radiating from his skin. He led her out of the drawing room, leaving Lyra and Cassandra to their excited chatter, and towards the mansion’s sprawling gardens, a destination that, in his mind, was merely a stepping stone to a far more… private location.

As they strolled through the meticulously manicured gardens, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the perfectly trimmed lawns, Alaric steered Fiora towards a more secluded path, winding away from the main mansion and towards a quieter, more private wing.

Fiora, walking beside him, her hand still nestled in his, was practically radiating nervous excitement. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her brown eyes darting around, taking in the beauty of the gardens, but mostly, Alaric suspected, focused on him. Experience tales at ReadNovelFull.com.Côm

“The gardens are… really beautiful, Alaric,” Fiora stammered again, her voice barely audible, her gaze fixed on a distant rose bush, avoiding his eyes. “You’ve… you’ve really done a wonderful job with everything.”

“Thank you, Fiora,” Alaric replied, his voice soft, his gaze lingering on her flushed cheeks, her slightly parted lips. “I’m glad you like them. I… I wanted to create a place that was… peaceful. A sanctuary, away from everything else.”

Fiora nodded slowly, her gaze still averted, her cheeks flushing even deeper. “It is… very peaceful here and very comfortable,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. She paused, then added, her voice even softer, almost inaudible, “…It’s like the time when you visited the House Galanis.”

Alaric’s lips twitched into a subtle smirk.

’Ah, she remembers,’ he thought, a flicker of amusement warming him. ’Of course she remembers. How could she forget?’

He recalled their last encounter at House Galanis, the stolen moments in her bedroom, the lingering touches, the unspoken desires hanging heavy in the air, the deliberate, almost cruel, restraint he had exercised, stopping just short of full intimacy, leaving her wanting, leaving her craving more.

He squeezed her hand gently, his thumb stroking the back of her hand, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur.

“Yes, Fiora,” he said, his ruby eyes meeting hers now, his gaze locking onto her brown eyes, holding them captive.

“Just like you remember. And perhaps… even more so now.” He paused, letting his words hang in the air, letting the unspoken implications sink in. “Why don’t we go inside? My bedroom is much more comfortable than these gardens, don’t you think?”

Fiora’s breath hitched, her eyes widening, her cheeks flushing crimson now. She finally met his gaze, her brown eyes wide and questioning, a mixture of nervousness, anticipation, and a hint of breathless excitement swirling within their depths.

She knew exactly what he was suggesting. She remembered their last encounter, the unspoken promises, the lingering desires. And now… now it seemed, he was finally ready to fulfill them.

“Alaric…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her heart pounding in her chest, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and overwhelming anticipation. “Are you… are you sure?”

Alaric smiled, a slow, seductive curve of his lips, his ruby eyes burning with a familiar intensity. “Never been more sure of anything in my life, Fiora,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, his gaze fixed on hers, holding her captive, drawing her in.

“Come on, Fiora. Let’s… be comfortable.” He tugged gently on her hand, leading her off the garden path and towards the secluded wing of the mansion, towards his bedroom, towards a long-awaited and very pleasurable… private encounter.

Fiora, her heart pounding, her mind racing, her body trembling with anticipation, followed him willingly, her blush deepening, her gaze fixed on his broad back, her every step taking her closer and closer to a point of no return, a point of delicious surrender, a point of… long-awaited intimacy with the man she had secretly, and not so secretly, desired for years.