Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 408 --.

Cutie flinched at that, gaze dropping to the floor.

"But I want this," Kaya said, more quietly. "I’m tired of not having a roof that’s mine. Tired of not having a person I want to come back to. I want someone I can go home ’to’. I want to live for myself, with someone in my arms, not just keep running until I fall over."

Her grip on Veer’s wrist loosened, but she didn’t let go.

Veer looked at her—at the calm face, the tired eyes, the small, stubborn line of her mouth—and felt both fear and fierce joy twist together in his chest.

Veer watched her in silence.

Kaya’s fingers were still around his wrist, warm and steady. The things she’d just said moved slowly through his head, like his brain was lagging behind his ears.

"You really think... it’s not a bad idea," he said finally.

She hummed, a small sound. "Mn."

Veer exhaled, long and shaky. Then he turned his hand under hers so their palms met, his fingers curling around her knuckles.

"For me," he said, voice low, "it’s never ’whatever’."

Kaya’s brows twitched.

"I know you’re tired," Veer went on. "I know you want a roof. A place. Someone waiting." He took a breath. "I want that too. But if you stand beside me as my wife, it’s not... ’we can separate later if it’s annoying.’ For me it’s... ’you’ or no one."

She held his gaze.

"Don’t say yes just because you’re exhausted," he said. "If we do this, I want you to walk in with your eyes open. Not because my father trapped you. Not because you pity me. Not because you ran out of options."

Kaya’s jaw tightened. "I’m not pitying you."

"I know," he said. "That’s why I’m asking you again. Without my father. Without his condition." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

He swallowed.

"Do ’you’, Kaya, want to be my wife?"

The cave went quiet again.

Cutie stood a little farther back now, hands loose at his sides. His face looked calm, but a small muscle jumped once at the corner of his jaw. The sparrow sat on the edge of the table, watching them with narrowed eyes, claws tapping the stone in a nervous, uneven rhythm.

Kaya dropped her eyes to their joined hands.

"My life is already a mess," she said. "Even if I walk away from you now, it won’t suddenly become clean." She paused, thinking. "Between wandering alone, and staying here with you... I choose here. I choose you."

She lifted her head again.

"So yes," she said. "Even without your father. I want to try."

Veer’s breath left him in a rough laugh.

"Stupid woman," he muttered, eyes suddenly bright. "You could have said that first and saved me ten years of heart attacks."

She almost smiled.

He squeezed her hand once more, then leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers, careful not to touch the bump on her skull. It wasn’t a kiss. Just contact. Warm, steady, his breath brushing her cheek.

"Then I’ll make sure you never regret it," he said softly.

A chair scraped.

They both glanced over.

The sparrow had hopped down, crossing his little arms.

"Oi," he said, beak twisting. "If you two are done making my feathers curl, I have one question."

Kaya raised an eyebrow. "What."

He jabbed a wing at Veer. "You hurt her, I jinx your flying for life."

Veer snorted. "You already do."

"I mean worse," the sparrow snapped. "Storm every time you take off. Rocks every time you land. No salt for a year."

Veer put a hand over his heart. "Cruel."

Kaya’s eyes softened a fraction. "You’re noisy," she told the sparrow.

His feathers puffed. "Someone has to say it."

Cutie stepped forward at last.

He stopped just outside arm’s reach, looking at Kaya.

"Are you... happy with this?" he asked quietly. "Not safe. Not practical. Happy."

Kaya looked at him for a long moment.

"I don’t know yet," she said. Honest. "Ask me later."

His fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach for her and held back.

"Okay," he said. "Then... until you know, I’ll make sure nothing ruins it."

Veer frowned. "What does that mean, rabbit?"

Cutie gave him a small, almost polite smile. "It means I’ll keep you alive long enough to finish a wedding, Veer."

The sparrow snorted. "And ’me’ alive long enough to watch it and laugh when you trip."

Kaya exhaled, some of the weight in her chest loosening.

"Enough," she said. "If I knew saying yes would make all three of you this dramatic, I’d have done it sooner."

Veer blinked. "Sooner?"

"Don’t push it," she warned.

He grinned anyway.

no its not qt its cutie and make it good and interesting and shoea part slighy funny

Even though Kaya had said yes to marry Veer, no one even thought about telling Cutie to leave.

In this world, a woman having more than one male wasn’t something shocking, and Veer honestly didn’t care. As long as he was the one standing beside Kaya as her husband, as long as she chose his wings when it mattered, the rest he could live with. He’d already watched her crawl out of death with Cutie at her side; throwing the rabbit away now would be like cutting off one of their own hands.

The sparrow stayed too, sitting on his usual stone, muttering that if anyone tried to toss him out, he’d scream the whole cave down.

On the upper level of the mountain, Veer’s father was having a much worse day.

"ROBERT!"

The shout cracked down the corridor. Robert bolted around a corner, arms over his gleaming bald head. Behind him thundered Veer’s father, one heavy leather shoe already in his fist.

"My lord, wait—let’s discuss—"

WHACK.

The shoe smacked the back of Robert’s skull with a loud, clean sound. He yelped, stumbled, then kept running, slippers sliding on smooth stone. A pair of young vultures flattened themselves against the wall as the two shot past, eyes huge. One whispered, "Is this new combat training?" The other hissed, "Shut up or you’re next."

"You said," Veer’s father roared, swinging again, "your shoes—my head!"

WHACK.

"I was wrong!" Robert yelped. "I miscalculated! No one told me she was ’that’ kind of woman—ow!"