Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 119

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 119: Manor**

“If your intention is to settle in for the long haul,” he remarked thoughtfully, “I could arrange for you to select a team of therians to protect this place in a few days. Alternatively, we might consider hiring some ordinary women to assist with your daily necessities.”

He paused for a moment, allowing the weight of his words to sink in.

“After all, robots lack the capacity to move or think like real human beings.”

“That’s perfectly fine,” Emma replied, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “I actually prefer robots. I’m quite accustomed to them.”

Having spent years in the company of high-end androids, she had grown to appreciate their unwavering obedience and precision.

They executed commands flawlessly, responding exactly as programmed.

But humans? They made her feel uneasy, an unfamiliar tension coiling in her stomach.

“This place is absolutely breathtaking,” she exclaimed, her smile radiating genuine delight. “Thank you, Silas. I truly love it.”

With her excitement bubbling over, she bounded up the staircase, her heart racing at the prospect of exploring this magnificent abode.

She had never experienced a home so exquisite, so full of promise.

Silas followed closely behind her, a steady presence as he guided her.

“Your room is located on the third floor,” he informed her. “It’s designed to mirror the one you had back in the Alliance. Come on, I’ll show you.”

“Alright!” she chirped enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

As she turned, she noticed Corvin stepping off the ship, Coalball perched confidently on his shoulder, feathers fluffed and alert.

The moment Corvin caught Emma’s gaze, he straightened up, his tiny frame rigid as if under military inspection.

It appeared that Silas had yet to reveal the full truth to her.

Emma cast a brief glance in Silas’s direction but then shifted her focus back to Corvin.

“Corvin, my room is on the third floor. Feel free to choose whichever room you prefer,” she said calmly, her voice steady.

“Yes, huntress,” Corvin replied, his tone respectful yet curious.

He began to survey the layout of the manor, his eyes darting around as he contemplated his options, already leaning toward the room closest to hers.

At least it seemed that Emma was unaware of his true identity.

Finally, Silas had managed to do something right.

Coalball let out a small breath of relief, seemingly grateful for the momentary reprieve.

Corvin carefully lifted him off his shoulder, cradling the bird gently in his hands. “Coalball, you’ll be staying in my room tonight,” he declared.

Before he could make another move, Emma’s voice rang out ahead of him.

“Corvin, let Lucien choose his own room.”

Corvin froze, his heart racing at the unexpected mention of the name.

“Lucien?” he echoed, blinking in confusion. “Where?”

Coalball stiffened in his grasp, the tension palpable.

So, she did know after all.

Of course, Silas couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it. He excelled in battles, but stealth? Not so much.

Emma didn’t seem disgusted by Lucien, did she?

Corvin continued to look bewildered.

“Wait, huntress, His Highness Lucien is here too?”

He glanced around, still unable to spot anyone else in the vicinity.

Suddenly, the bird in his hands began to glow with an otherworldly light.

A brilliant flash illuminated the room, sharp enough to momentarily blind him.

When the light subsided, a tall figure stood before him, exuding an aura of undeniable power.

His features were sharp, flawless, and strikingly beautiful, the kind of beauty that made the air feel thin and heavy.

Corvin could only stare, utterly speechless.

“Prince Lucien?” he managed to stammer, his voice barely above a whisper. “You…”

Lucien’s lips curled into a slight, enigmatic smile.

“It’s me,” he replied, his voice deep and gravelly, smooth like smoke yet carrying the weight of authority.

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