Chapter 322: Pick a princess—any one of them!

Ysara cupped Ethan’s cheeks with both hands, her eyes rising to study him more closely.

She squeezed gently, feeling the softness of his carefully shaved skin, still as smooth as a baby’s, even now that he was a grown man—tall, strong, and brimming with masculinity.

With a huge smile stamped on her face, she pulled him into a firm embrace, her voluptuous body melting against his.

Her full breasts pressed against Ethan’s chest, the plump mounds flattening against the solid wall of his muscle and spreading softly to the sides as his hands fell naturally around her slender waist.

"You used to be so small and adorable... now just look at the man you’ve become! Pick a princess—any one of them! There are two who are single; the older one is the most beautiful and is about to sign a marriage contract, but if you want her, just say the word and I’ll have the King cancel everything right this minute!"

Ysara declared, her face practically glowing with excitement.

Ethan’s lips parted to reply, but before any sound could escape, Ysara quickly added, "And call me Aunt Ysara, you hear? I changed your diapers, so no ’Your Grace’ with me."

She ran her fingers through his golden hair as it cascaded over his strong, firm shoulders, admiring the beauty of that face now dotted with lipstick marks.

Ethan gave a gentle smile, though embarrassment still lingered on his face. "Yes... Aunt Ysara... about the princesses, well... I don’t think this is the right time to talk about that."

"Oh... of course not... come on, show me more of this incredible place!" Ysara replied, already slipping Ethan’s left arm between her breasts.

The two heavy mounds parted eagerly to welcome his taut bicep, the deep valley swallowing his firm arm as the soft, silky flesh molded around every ridge of hardened muscle.

"Hey, don’t go around stealing other people’s kids! You’ve been alone for so many centuries and you already want to take my Ethan?" Amelia complained, her tone clearly playful.

Without hesitating for even a second, she claimed Ethan’s right side, grabbing her son’s arm and pulling him into her own cleavage as well—which was far larger than Ysara’s.

Those enormous Y-cup milk jugs completely engulfed his rigid bicep, the massive globes spilling and folding around it like heavy, tender pillows of warm flesh, the silky skin sinking against every inch until barely a hint of muscle remained visible between the two colossal breasts.

"Come on, my love! You have so much to tell the two of us, fufufu~" Amelia let out a soft giggle, squeezing his arm even deeper between her tits.

All the tension she’d been carrying in her shoulders had already dissipated, leaving her much lighter than she’d felt in weeks.

Honestly, when she’d first found out what had happened to Ethan, a pang of pure fear had gripped her.

Her five apprentices were in seclusion, trying to reach the fourth stage, and couldn’t be disturbed under any circumstances. To make matters worse, she herself was going through a critical moment in her advancement to the fifth stage.

Interrupting an advancement was almost always dangerous. A single hasty move could leave her crippled, which would render her utterly incapable of doing anything to help her son.

"Ah... I’ll show you everything. But first, shouldn’t you meet my wives? And... well..."

Ethan’s eyes slowly swept across all the women gathered in the courtyard of his palace.

First, his gaze rested on Amelia’s five apprentices, who broke into radiant smiles the moment they saw him.

Then, on the hundred mages lined up behind them. And finally, on eight other women, beautiful and voluptuous.

They wore nervous expressions on their faces, unable to decide where to look.

They wanted to look at Ethan, but they lacked the courage; their eyes remained fixed on the palace courtyard floor, where marble and gold intertwined in a sea of beautiful, elegant patterns.

With a slight nod, Ethan signaled the maids to escort the women to their rooms to rest.

He would have a long conversation with the four stepmothers and the four half-sisters later, but for now, his priority was only his mother and Ysara.

"Wives?" Amelia’s eyes narrowed.

"You really did get married behind your mother’s back..." She shook her head with theatrical disappointment, though she couldn’t hide the spark of excitement that made her shoulders tremble slightly.

She wanted to see them. Right now!

Obviously, she had to assess each one of them to make sure they were truly worthy of her beloved son!

Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long. A sweet, pleasant voice soon cut through the silence of the courtyard.

"Husband... what’s going on... who are these people?"

Amelia and Ysara turned their heads at the same time, their eyes settling on a woman standing before the door that led to the main hall of Ethan’s palace.

Her eyes were a light, sky-blue color, and her carefully combed blonde hair fell softly over her delicate shoulders.

Her voluptuous figure was wrapped in an elegant white dress that hugged her form and accentuated every beautiful, curvaceous line.

Her gaze was sweet and gentle, resting softly on the two women before her.

"Oh my..." Ysara raised a hand to her lips.

Amelia did the same, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Is this...?" She turned to Ethan, seeking confirmation.

"She’s Alice, my first wife and the mother of my heir... she’s still in her first month of pregnancy."

Amelia swallowed hard, releasing Ethan’s arm and walking toward Alice with soft, careful steps.

Her lips curved into a huge smile as her fingers reached out to cup the young woman’s delicate face, savoring the soft skin beneath her touch.

Her other hand drifted gently down to Alice’s belly, resting there tenderly, even though there was no visible sign of the pregnancy yet.

Ysara approached as well, her face glowing with tenderness.

Their adorable little Ethan, now a grown man, just kept bringing them good news!