The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 523

Chapter 523: The Couch

Maybe Kyle should have redirected his worry elsewhere.

Because while the Imperial Crown Prince somehow looked eerily fine, someone else was most definitely not having such a grand time.

Even sharing the same surname didn’t guarantee equal treatment.

While one young Kyros was peacefully resting from the exhaustion, another Kyros had woken up through sheer instinct.

The instinct of a husband who just knew his wife was watching.

And judging.

With that look that screamed "couch."

Duke Leander, realizing he had once again woken up in the medical bay, could only croak out weakly, "What...happened?"

Duchess Amelia’s eyes narrowed, her arms crossed, her voice smooth and sharp all at once.

"Which part are you asking about?" she replied coldly. "About your son, or about how you fainted again and almost triggered a round two of that entire ordeal?"

Leander jolted upright, his eyes wide and his head suddenly spinning from the abruptness.

"?!"

"What?! Did it happen again? Where’s Luca?!"

"He’s next door," she said simply, though her tone held no warmth. "And no, it didn’t happen again. Only because he couldn’t see you from where he was, and passed out soon after. He’s resting. His vitals are stable now."

It was good news. It should have been a relief. But somehow, Leander couldn’t relax—not when Amelia was standing there looking like divine judgment incarnate.

He swallowed hard, then looked up at her, feeling like a scolded puppy.

"I... I’m sorry," he stammered, his voice small and pathetic, that lump in his throat getting even bigger.

Amelia’s eyebrow arched, and Leander winced, sweat beading at his temple despite the room being deathly cold.

He knew exactly why.

"I-I promise I know what I’m apologizing for!" he added hastily.

Because, as a husband of many years, he knew better than to let that go unsaid. Amelia hated empty apologies more than anything. She always said if he didn’t know what he was apologizing for, then he might as well dig his own grave.

He’d learned his lesson.

And if he truly didn’t know, it was always better to ask.

But this time...he thought he was well aware of his shortcomings.

"I’m sorry for reacting like that," he admitted quietly. "And I’m sorry for scaring him. And for almost doing it again."

The memory of Luca’s terrified eyes made his chest ache.

But Amelia’s response surprised him.

"You’re entitled to react to what you feel," she said calmly. "You don’t have to apologize for that."

Amelia’s gaze softened just slightly, and Leander let out the smallest breath of relief.

But if he didn’t have to apologize for that...?

Leander blinked, confused.

"Then what?"

Her eyes flashed.

"What you do have to apologize for," she continued, "is reacting like that when you had all the chances to figure it out beforehand. How could you miss it when it was right in front of you?!"

Leander gasped, as if stabbed.

"In front of me?!" he squeaked, his voice breaking.

Amelia only sighed and gave him a look that somehow made him feel smaller than his son.

"Leander. They’ve been bonded since before you were reunited."

Leander’s mouth fell open.

"WHAT?!" he yelled. "How could that even be possible?!"

"If anything," Amelia said dryly, "it was only Butler Gary and the people you sent who saw him before he ended up married. Both of us missed it. But the difference is, he’s been right in front of you this whole time, and you still didn’t realize!"

Leander looked like he’d been struck by lightning.

"And now you’re reacting like this?"

"Wait," he said shakily, tilting his head like a confused puppy. "Are you saying you’ve known all this time and didn’t tell me?!"

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