Supreme Spouse System.

A Restless Night

The great room was in serene stillness, bathed in the gentleness of blue and white. From curtains rose to carpets and bed linens, every element spoke of serenity and refinement.

There were no lanterns lit, no candles burning, no gemstone sconces glowing. Only the silver light of the twin moons illuminated the room, offering a soft glow that induced all things to feel quiet… dreamlike.

Large windows were wide open, outlined by undulating silk drapes. A refreshing night breeze wafted in, with the fragrance of night-blooming flowers.

In the center of the room, sitting like a jewel on a velvet carpet, was a majestic bed.

Silk sheets in moonlight hue lay over it, and the soft velvet canopy above threw pale shadows over its surface.

On the bed, a solitary figure lay from side to side, restless.

It was Leon.

Rolling over from side to side, again and again, his dark locks rumpled across the pillows, his nude arms bare to the moonlight. Almost an hour had gone by since he went into his room, expecting sleep. But Sleep was a million kilometers away.

He had closed his eyes a thousand times, commanded his body to sleep, attempted to sink into the plush mattress and satin sheets—but his mind would not calm. He rolled over again. And only the quiet rustle of sheets and the distant huff of the wind had him for company.

At last, with a soft murmur of defeat, Leon rose up in bed, his back against the chilly, sculpted headboard.

His golden eyes, clouded from vigilance through the hours, wandered toward the open window. There, the curtain moved gently, a ghostly ballerina entranced by a slow, elegant measure. Moonlight streamed into the room, flowing across his angular features, painting his face silver like the painting of an old king lost in contemplation.

A soft, wry smile brushed his lips.

"Looks like I've developed a habit…" he murmured to himself, voice low and tinged with amusement. "Sleeping in my wives' arms. Without them… sleep doesn't even come close."

He chuckled softly, warm and quiet, then ran a hand through his tousled hair. The motion was slow—absentminded—and the silence of the chamber seemed to lean in to listen.

Ever since the first day he'd arrived in this world, he'd noticed something…

He had never really slept alone.

There was always someone next to him—a warm form wrapped close, quiet breathing caressing his chest or shoulder, a soft body snuggled into his.

Sometimes it was the fall of a slender arm across his waist. Other times, the quiet rise and fall of someone nestled in at his side.

Warmth. Comfort. Peace.

He slowly opened his eyes, a warm smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Even if I snuck into one of their bedrooms at this moment," he breathed softly, a twisted smile on his face, "none of them would shove me away."

He chuckled softly, his grin increasing, moonlight glinting off his eyes.

"They'd wrap themselves around me like vines. pull me right under the covers. and not let go until dawn.

There escaped him a soft laugh—a little louder than before, but still soft, still watchful not to break the room's hush.

The sound flowed into the moonlit quiet, leaving a warm sparkle in the chill, quiet air.

And then his smile died a little. He shook his head slowly, his eyes soft with consideration.

"No… I'd only interrupt their sleep," he whispered, more to himself than to the room. "They were so anxious for tomorrow's event… and they want to be perfect. I cannot spoil that for them."

With a light sigh, Leon tossed aside the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His naked feet landed on the marble floor—cold and smooth, centering him immediately.

He made his way to the open window, every step quiet and deliberate.

As he stood at the window, a chill breeze kissed his cheek, caressing him like an ethereal hand. It was scented with the sweet, delicate fragrance of midnight flowers blooming elsewhere in the garden below.

He leaned in a bit, resting his two palms on the cold stone window frame. His gold-colored eyes turned to the heavens.

The night was stunning.

Above, stars glimmered like fragmented diamonds. The twin moons, one shining bright silver, the other shrouded in a pale, bluish veil, hung high and vigilant, like eternal sentinels.

The breeze stirred again, this time catching up a few stray tendrils of his dark hair, softly brushing them across his face.

He closed his eyes for a moment, simply breathing in the silence, the night, the sense of peace overlying mute yearning.

But in the distance, distant sounds shattered the stillness—wood scraping across stone, the ring of metal, and the murmur of soft commands.

Plans were still being made for tomorrow's grand spectacle, even this late.

Leon's face changed. He shook his head and drew his eyes away from the serene scene, a sigh escaping him—half tired, half exasperated at his own restlessness.

"Sleep's flight to another continent, it appears," he grumbled to himself, rubbing the nape of his neck.

He stood there quietly, gaze still fixed on the twin moons in the sky. A few subdued moments went by as ideas ruminated in his head.

He didn't want to disrupt his wives, not when they'd looked so excited for tomorrow, their faces aglow with smiles. They'd retired happy, already imagining the coming day. And he. he couldn't deprive them of that.

But standing there, doing nothing? That wasn't for him.

His eyes remained on the twin moons as he pondered, What can I do now? Something. that isn't dull.

Then suddenly—

A spark.

His golden eyes flashed, the corners creasing as a smile started to spread across his face. Slow, wide, and unambiguously mischievous.

"If I can't sleep," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, "why not get something done?"

With a silent nod and that smile still pulling at his lips, Leon drew back from the window —then suddenly darted toward the window with light, effortless steps and sprang onto the broad window frame, landing in perfect equilibrium.

The night wind whipped past him, blowing back his long hair as he stood there, steady and unruffled against the black sky.

His white shirt fluttered in the breeze, and the moonlight made him look like a ghost from an old legend.

He closed his eyes for a moment, smiled to himself, and whispered,

"I'm coming to you… my fiery beauty."

Then he opened his eyes—and jumped from the window.

From the second floor, his body cut through the air like a shadow, gravity pulling him swiftly toward the ground. His boots met the soft lawn with a quiet thud, light as a falling feather on the cool grass.

No stumble. No noise. He rose slowly, shaking a little dust off his black pants, his chest expanding with measured breathing.

He glanced about—attentive, focused, but unruffled.

Then, with a gentle laugh, he raised his eyes to the sky again and walked toward the main path.

Shifting into a light jog, Leon escaped the side garden of the estate, brushing along moonlit hedges and pale marble statues. He was not concerned with being discovered—he was the duke. Nevertheless, this sneaking around awakened something within him.

"There's just. something about this," he whispered, a mischievous grin pulling at his mouth. "It's like a secret game."

The wind breathed against him as he crept along, and the excitement of it—the secretive, illicit journey under the stars—made his chest thump a fraction faster.

At the fringe of the grounds, he huddled behind a high hedge as a black-armored guard strode by. Leon lowered himself to the ground, concealed in the darkness of leaves, and waited.

As the guard's footfalls receded, he emerged silently with a smile.

Mmm. that was fun. Kinda exciting," he breathed softly laughing.

He saw two more guards by a low wall—one in black, one in silver. Their slow patrol was methodical. Leon moved rapidly, hiding behind, dodging into a trimmed row of bushes.

He padded along the path's edge, each movement smooth and silent.

Then, when the moment was right, he touched the wall. In one breath—and one smooth, fluid leap—he sprang.

His body flew, soaring over the stone barrier. He landed on the cobblestone street beyond with a gentle, balanced thud.

A grin spread wide across his face as he stood up straight.

"Well… that was actually fun," he told himself, releasing a soft chuckle.

He shook his head lightly, a gentle smile on his face.

He looked to the west, squinting, remembering something. If I remember correctly… her mansion should be in this direction.

And, smiling, then he whispered, "Here I come." Not wasting any time, he went quickly in the direction of the west, dodging through the dark streets. Night shadows closed in about him as he huddled near the walls, his feet making no sound, the wind jerking at his shirt as he ran.

Street by street, turn by turn, he remained concealed in the quiet.

After a few minutes of running and stealth, he slowed… halted before a magnificent mansion. It rose high—nearly as big as his own.

Tall spires reached up into the darkness. Unyielding stone gates lined the perimeter. Guards in green-and-black plate wore down the edge, their voices low, their boots creaking along lighted paths.

His golden eyes raked them over cautiously—quick, trained, intent.

Leon scrunched up his eyes with a sly grin.

"Okay. let's just see if I can slip in or not."

Slowly along the side of the mansion, he came to a point near the outer wall. Glancing up, he noticed a cluster of tall trees just beyond it. The design indicated that this could be the garden section—and there were fewer guards along that side as he believes in heart.

He grinned. "Bingo."

Stepping back a few paces, he took a great breath. Then, with sudden motion, he ran forward, letting his speed carry him up. His hands closed upon the top of the wall as his body broke upwards, and in a single smooth movement, he settled down upon it—softly and silently.

He bent, bracing himself, then dropped down into the garden outside.

The sweet aroma of flowers at night and the neatly cut hedges welcomed him as he touched down on the wet ground.

Moving low, Leon started—every step measured, every inhale stealthy.

He sneaked past the perimeter fence like a ghost, soundless and invisible, moving through the bushes and stepping between stone lanterns as he moved deeper into the garden.

He crept in, hugging the edge of the trees. His footfalls were light, his body crouched as he edged from shadow to shadow among the tall trees.

But then—he saw a green-armored soldier patrolling close by.

Leon froze, calming his breathing, and went on slowly creeping among the shelter of the trees, step by careful step.

Then— Crunch.

His boot struck a dry branch by accident.

The keen noise sliced through the quiet like a knife.

The guard ahead halted at once, his frame rigid. He whipped his head around, peering into the blackness.

"Who's there?" the guard shouted, voice keen and alert.

Leon was immobilized.

"Shit," he breathed.

The guard started advancing towards the noise, sword out, peering into the blackness.

Another guard appeared beside him, their footsteps crunching on gravel. Dry leaves crunched beneath them, each step abnormally loud in the stillness of the night.

The silence amplified every sound harder, sharper. The tension grew thicker.

Leon's mind rushed.

He glanced about hurriedly—then his eyes landed on a tall stand of trees nearby.

Without hesitation, he sprang up, grabbing at a low branch. Smoothly, he hauled himself up, the motion fast and quiet.

He climbed high enough and huddled behind thick leaves, hiding seamlessly in the shadows. Night enveloped him like a shroud, the veil of branches and night covering him as the guards made their way to the area he'd so recently vacated.

They approached the snapped branch, eyes picking over the garden with intense attention.

But they discovered—nothing.

A few anxious seconds later, one of the guards let out a breath and grunted, "Likely just some little magical creature that walked on the branch."

The other peered about for a moment before nodding slowly. "Hmm… yeah. That sounds right."

And with that, they headed off, their armor softly clinking as their shadows disappeared into the distance.

Still hunched on the heavy limb above, Leon breathed slowly and quietly.

Phew… nearly got caught," he muttered to himself, a twisted smile distorting his lips.

He paused an extra moment to make certain—then fell quietly back down to the grass.

Dropping into a crouch, he straightened smoothly, a smile playing in his golden eyes.

"But I wasn't caught," he added with a smile.

Turning towards the towering mansion now directly in sight, he released a low chuckle.

As for now… let's go do what I am here for."

And with that, he faded back into the shadows.

The moonlight silvered the edge of his white shirt as he moved—fading out under the night sky.

Above him, the twin moons glowed softly, the wind rustling through the trees, bearing with it the excitement of the adventure to be had.