Supreme Spouse System.-Chapter 159: A Restless Night

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. Slowly, he stood up, dusting a little speck of dirt from his black pants, his chest expanding with deep breath.

He glanced around—attentive, keen, but serene.

And then, with a gentle laugh, he raised his eyes to the heavens again and turned to the central path.

Breaking into a light run, Leon escaped through the estate’s side garden, skimming moonlit hedges and gleaming pale marble statues. He didn’t fear being caught—at least, not here—he was the duke. And yet sneaking out like this bothered him.

"There’s just... something about this," he whispered, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "It’s like a secret game."

The wind hissed through him as he walked, and the excitement of it—the hushed, illicit journey under the stars—speeded his heartbeat a little.

Along the perimeter of the estate, he caught behind a high hedge just as a black-clad guard strode by. Leon hunched down, lost in the darkness of leaves, and waited.

As the sound of the guard’s footsteps disappeared, he emerged with a smile.

"Mmm. that was fun. Kinda thrilling," he breathed with a gentle laugh.

He noticed two others standing by a low wall, one in black, the other in silver. Their patrol was measured and slow. Leon darted past, crouched low, disappeared behind a neatly clipped row of shrubs.

He padded along the side of the path, each step silent and fluid.

Then, when the timing was right, he reached the wall. With one breath—and one clean, fluid motion—he leapt.

His body soared, clearing the stone barrier. He landed on the cobbled street beyond with a soft, balanced thud.

A grin broke across his face as he straightened.

"Well... that was actually fun," he said to himself, letting out a soft chuckle.

He shook his head slightly, a quiet smile on his face.

Glancing in the direction of the west, he squinted, remembering something. If I remember correctly... her mansion should lie this way.

Then, with a grin, he said softly, "Here I come." Not waiting one more moment, he moved quickly in the direction of the west, dodging through the dark streets. Night shadows engulfed him as he kept close to the walls, his footsteps being silent, the wind pulling on his shirt as he sprinted.

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

After a few minutes of running and stealthy movement, he slowed... and came to a halt before a large mansion. Tall—nearly as big as his own.

Silky spires cut the black sky. Thick stone gates marked the edge. Green-and-black armor-clad guards paced the edges, their voices hushed, their boots scraping down torch-lit ways.

His golden eyes swept them over with caution—quick, trained, intense.

Leon squinted his eyes and gave a sly grin.

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

Stealing silently along the side of the mansion, he approached the outer wall. His eyes swept upward and found a line of tall trees beyond it. The design indicated this could be the garden section—and the number of guards looked fewer on that side as he thinks in heart.

He grinned. "Bingo."

Stepping back a couple of paces, he took a deep breath. Next, with a swift motion, he burst into a run, utilizing the speed to spring upward. His hands clamped about the edge of the wall as his body lifted higher, and in a single smooth motion, he descended onto it gently—light and noiseless.

He dropped down low, balancing himself, and then leaped into the garden ahead.

The sweet smell of night blooms and neatly clipped hedges welcomed him as he descended onto the soggy ground.

Hugging the ground, Leon started to creep—every step measured, every intake of breath soft.

He glided by the outer edge like a ghost, noiseless and invisible, dodging among bushes and stone posts as he strode deeper into the garden.

He crept in, close to the line of trees. He was slow, his body low as he stepped from darkness to darkness under the tall trees.

But then—he saw a green-armored guard walking in the area.

Leon froze, catching his breath, and continued to creep slowly under the cover of the trees, each step deliberate.

Then— Crunch.

His boot had struck a dry branch by accident.

The keen noise sliced through the stillness like a knife.

The guard halted immediately, his muscle rigid. He jerked his head about, his gaze raking the blackness.

"Who is there?" The guard demanded, his tone crisp and pointed.

Leon stiffened.

"Shit," he muttered to himself.

The guard crept forward, sword in hand, eyes sweeping the darkness.

A second guard caught up with him, their boots crunching on the gravel. Leaves rustled dryly beneath their feet, each step striking the silence of the night with unnatural loudness.

The quiet amplified every sound to echo harder, sharper. The tension mounted.

Leon’s thoughts strained.

He glanced about hurriedly—then his eyes settled upon a tall tree standing over by them.

With no hesitation, he sprang upward, catching hold of a low-hanging branch. With smooth movement, he drew himself up, the motion quick and quiet.

He climbed high enough and stayed low behind the thick leaves, disappearing completely into the shadows. The night enveloped him like a shroud, the veil of branches and obscurity hiding him as the guards came to where he’d only just vacated.

They arrived at the snapped branch, peering into the garden with keen intensity.

But they discovered—nothing.

The tension rippled for a few seconds before one of the guards let out a sigh and grumbled, "Most likely just a tiny magical creature that walked on the branch."

The other searched for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Mm... yep. Sounds reasonable."

With that, they turned to leave, their armor softly clinking as their silhouettes receded into the distance.

Still hunched on a sturdy branch overhead, Leon exhaled slowly, quietly.

Phew... nearly got caught," he breathed softly to himself, a lopsided smile playing on his lips.

He waited an extra instant to be certain—then descended quietly back to the grass.

Springing down from a crouch, he stood easily, mirth flickering in his golden eyes.

"But I wasn’t caught," he amended with a sneer.

Looking towards the imposing mansion now fully visible, he released a soft laugh.

"Now... let’s go do what I came here for."

And with that, he vanished into the shadows again.

The silver moonlight caught the edge of his white shirt as he glided—fading under the darkness of the night.

Over him, the twin moons glowed softly, the wind rustling in the branches, bearing with it the excitement of the journey to come