The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1216

Chapter 1216: Chewing Cardboard

What were the odds, really?

As though quietly calling out to him, a small handwritten note rested neatly beside the unexpected breakfast spread, and he really should’ve braced himself before picking it up.

"Honey,

Sorry for leaving so early after our first official night together. Off to water the children and to check on Izzie!

You were sleeping soundly, and knowing you’d have a long day ahead of you, I just couldn’t bring myself to wake you. Speaking of which, I’ll bring Izzie around myself today so no need to worry!

P.S. Picked up breakfast for you too in case you’re in a hurry this morning. Hope you like the coffee. Luca said people who work a lot seem to rely on it, and he was making some for the Captain, so I figured you might like some too.

If it doesn’t taste very good, Luca said we can try different brews next time, or maybe even tea instead. Just let me know what you prefer, and I’ll figure something out. Try not to go to work on an empty stomach.

P.P.S. Maybe we can have our morning kiss once we see each other in the arena?

P.P.P.S. I swear I cleaned the bathroom really well, but I can do it again if you want."

Killian didn’t even need to see the lopsided heart or that suspiciously oversized letter J at the bottom to know who could’ve possibly left it.

Then again, he was far too busy getting stuck on the opening line to pay much attention to how the note ended.

He tried reading it as slowly as possible.

Unfortunately, the further he got, the more thoroughly outclassed he felt.

By the time he reached the end, Killian honestly wasn’t sure how he’d even managed to sit down and eat breakfast. His hands shook the entire time, and he nearly suffered a second death when he happened to catch his own reflection in the mirror.

With an expression like that, even someone with the worst eyesight imaginable would’ve known exactly what kind of morning he’d had.

And after catching himself looking like that for what felt like the nth time, he could no longer dismiss it as some bizarre fluke unless he happened to be suffering from a debilitating illness he knew nothing about.

That wasn’t even taking into account what happened whenever his gaze drifted toward the bed.

Or whenever he stepped into that same bathroom, a place he’d never once thought twice about until last night.

Both immediately dragged his thoughts back to everything that had transpired only a few hours earlier.

Even now, while showering within those same four walls, his eyes slowly lowered, clinging to the hope that he’d simply imagined it.

He hadn’t.

Because even through the steam, the evidence was unmistakable and most definitely throbbing.

Tch.

"Haaaah...!"

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By all accounts, a morning like that should’ve left him smiling to himself for the rest of the day. After all, Jax had spent the entire morning doing exactly that.

So why, exactly, had Killian shown up looking as though he’d spent most of the morning chewing on cardboard?

That...

Hmm...

Killian would’ve liked to know why as well.

Perhaps it had something to do with the series of emergency virtual conferences he’d been dragged into at such ungodly hours, all in preparation for what would happen once the Aeruns realized their people weren’t appearing in that day’s broadcast, or discovered the information they expected to receive was no longer coming through. The fallout might not come immediately, but they needed countermeasures in place before House Luxastra inevitably made contact.

Just a simple thank-you for breakfast.

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