A good night's sleep haunted his eyelids now that he did not have to remain awake for days.
Blanc stretched his hands wide, yawning, trying to shake the sleep off his body. The sleep and Miyanna, who was still holding onto his chest as a pillow.
He chuckled lightly when he realized he was a hostage to his own wife.
So, as a good husband always would, he gave up, placing his head back on the pillow, looking at the ceiling while thinking about all that had happened since they left the Domain of Blood Aron a month ago.
But not much came out of that, as a knock soon came after disturbing both his thoughts and the sleep of his wives.
"Young Lord, Young Ladies, breakfast is ready," a maid said from the other side of the white door.
Celine sighed, still half asleep, "Can't it wait?"
"The Matriarchs are expecting your attendance," the maid replied quietly.
"Nothing else to do but go then," Blanc said to his wives before turning his head towards the door, "Let the Matriarchs know we will be joining them shortly, thank you."
"As you wish, My Lord," the maid replied before loud steps announced her departure.
"I miss waking up to birds," Miyanna muttered, opening her eyes. "Not her fucking voice every single morning."
Blanc laughed, "I remember I was the one who woke you up almost every day, my love."
"Even better in that case," Miyanna replied, closing her eyes and going back to sleep.
"Enough sleep for both of you," Blanc groaned, getting up from the bed and removing Miyanna from his chest.
"Rude," Miyanna clicked her tongue, before dragging her body and hugging Celine from behind, "Celine, Hubby is rude."
"He is, isn't he?" Celine replied in a mutter, accepting Miyanna's hug as she made herself comfortable, "How about we send him to eat breakfast first?"
"A nice idea," Miyanna nodded.
"Go then, husband," Celine waved him off, "Enjoy your breakfast while we enjoy some sleep."
"And don't wake us up when you come back," Miyanna added.
Blanc stood there, watching the theatrics happen without saying anything. He was baffled by this newfound comfort his wives had since they got here.
A month ago, no such thing would have happened when he came to wake them up, but now… look at them, spooning each other. Blanc sighed, not out of frustration, but to keep himself from laughing. It was cute seeing them like this. After all, this is what he wanted to see.
Tranquility and comfort.
The best thing the two could enjoy, especially now that specialised people were caring for them and every step of their pregnancies.
And although it didn't seem like it since the two did not really show it, Blanc knew how stressful that was, not only on their mental health, but also on their physical well-being, with all the changes happening in their bodies.
One of which affected him directly. The doctors had placed strict restrictions on any sexual contact for the remainder of their pregnancies.
But if that was all that was required of him, he would manage without any complaints, especially if it helped the two.
"I see how it is," Blanc sighed, walking towards the two, "But such actions will cost you dearly, beautiful wives."
"Speak your requirements, my love," Celine said, "And be quick about it."
"A kiss from both of you, or I swear to the Vita above, I will tell the Matriarchs the truth," Blanc replied, crouching near the edge of Celine's side of the bed.
"What do you say?" Celine asked.
"A fair price," Miyanna sighed, "You?"
As a reply, Celine got up slightly, pulling Blanc close enough to kiss his lips, "Fair, indeed."
Before Celine could let go, Miyanna grabbed Blanc's head, almost pulling him off his feet as she pulled to kiss him.
"Now leave us," Celine said, as the two began spooning again, allowing him to regain his footing.
Blanc exhaled sharply, jumping to his feet, "You two are way too rough sometimes."
"Stop acting like it isn't precisely what you wished for, dear husband," Celine muttered, waving him off.
With a sigh and a clear smile on his lips, he went and grabbed a freshly washed pair of clothes and was out the door before they could get too angry and start throwing random objects at him.
The halls of Blood Maroux's mansion were cleverly designed; from every hallway, a person could have had access to all the important places inside the mansion.
So, after going to the bathroom to wash the sleep off and change into proper clothes, he was walking down a set of stairs that, in less than two minutes, took him from the left wing where they slept, all the way to the 'inner mansion' as Lucien called it.
The inner mansion was for the personal use of the Blood, with heavy restrictions and artifacts that allowed only a select few to enter.
A genius idea in Blanc's eyes, a system that ensured the privacy of all the Blood from the curious eyes of people. Allies or otherwise.
One might wonder, then, why they were on the other side of the mansion.
That was because Celine had requested it as such, with no further explanation given to him or anyone else, for that matter. But a husband's duty is not always to understand his wife's choices, only to accept them... so long as they are reasonable.
"Young Lord," a maid murmured, bowing as he passed.
And like ripples in water, every butler, maid, and guard in sight followed her lead, lowering their heads towards him. It was, to say the least, uncomfortable.
Not even Blanc had grown fully accustomed to what could only be described as an army bowing around him.
Still, over this past month, he had adapted just enough that the sight no longer interrupted his steps as he approached the grand doors to the dining hall of Blood Maroux.
"Lord Blanc of Blood Denegis has arrived," a guard said out loud as he opened the doors for him.
In such moments, Blanc understood why his wives wanted to sleep past the Maroux breakfast, and its pointless extravagance.