"Oh ..." Amanda answered shortly at the news, while the other three maids stared at her nervously.
"She won't report our actions to her husband, will she?" whispered the maid who had been ordering Amanda to the other maid who had failed to eat the soup in front of her.
"Don't worry. She's been forgotten. Even if she told her husband, I think His Lord was the first to die."
Amanda glanced at them briefly, then resumed cutting the pile of pumpkins in front of her.
"You don't know about it? Prince never gave you news? Your father also didn't tell you?" Nesa asked repeatedly.
Amanda nodded slowly. "No," she answered quietly.
The maid who was whispering earlier smiled as she raised her eyebrows. "See? I'm right. She has no charm! The prince was so disgusted with her that he didn't want to touch her, and now, he's forgotten about her!" he said loudly mocking Amanda.
Hearing this, the silver haired girl got up from her place and left the kitchen without saying a word.
"Hey! Where are you going?! I'll report it to the Old Lady, you'll see! You rags!" screamed one of the waiters who wanted to follow Amanda but was restrained by Nesa at the kitchen door.
For them, Amanda was just a rag that was thrown away by her husband and family. She was completely worthless.
"What should I do now?" Amanda muttered. “Why do I feel sad? Wouldn't he be able to remember me? Don't expect this to be a romantic novel, Amanda. Come on, wake up!” The girl slapped her cheeks tightly which produced a pink tinge. “I shouldn't have behaved in defiance that would have troubled myself. Stupid you, Amanda!” She cursed as she turned towards the kitchen and prepared to face the angry servants from her behavior just now.
In contrast to the calm state of Sulli's Old Town, the capital city of Anarka this morning seemed to be excited to welcome the Black Prince's return. The corners of the city were lined with Golden Lion flags, ready to welcome the war hero. The townspeople were already standing along the border road to the royal entrance, waiting with joy for the arrival of the Black Prince. The victory of his black legion became the main topic of conversation at every gathering of Anarka citizens.
“This is indeed a great victory. The Black Prince taking control of the famous fertile Exilas area with an area of one third of Anarka! He can be called one of the top ten richest rulers in the world.”
“You heard the stories of travelers crossing the desert near Exilas? They got goosebumps when the cry of victory for the Black Prince's troops resounded in the sky, in stark contrast to the pitiful screams of the royal guards of the steel wall country."
“The most terrifying thing was when the Black Prince's armor nearly turned blood red while that man with an icy stare flaunted the head of King Exilas that he had severed on the palace balcony.”
The noise of the warm conversation of the citizens of the capital Anarka began to subside when the trumpet sounded. Soon, a neat line of troops in black armor, followed by cavalry and elephant troops – carrying cannons – entered the city. Whether it's because of the black color of the troops' attributes, or because of the distinctive smell of blood that still clings to swords, spears, and other weapons, the atmosphere was suddenly so dark that it's suffocating, unlike the one that looked full of joy.
Everyone suddenly fell silent in fear, as the main character in the parade appeared. The Black Prince looked arrogant and cruel by riding a black horse of the shire race - the largest horse breed in the world -. In addition to the Black Prince's intimidating charisma, the townspeople were also amazed by how handsome the third crown prince was.
His sharp jaw, high nose bone, coupled with cold black eyes seemed to frame his handsome face perfectly. The man was like a walking work of art. It seemed that this was the first time since fifteen years ago that the townspeople had seen the Black Prince's figure again.
"I hope that woman knows about this," thought the Black Prince with a sinister smile on his face.
A big event to welcome the host was held at the residence of the Black Prince. But before going to his residence, Illarion Black or better known as the Black Prince paid his respects to King Abraham in his private resting room. The old king was still lying weakly on the bed covered by a luxurious maroon mosquito net. The Black Prince knelt down to salute the King. "This time, it's Exilas?" asked the King a little hoarsely, but in no way reduced the charisma of the ruler of Anarka. "That’s right, Your Majesty," replied the Black Prince curtly. The old king chuckled. “You got a great victory, but why do you sound like you lost the war, Rion?” “Forgive me, Your Majesty,” replied the Black Prince briefly once again, not the least bit interested in answering at length the King's question. Slightly rising from the headboard of his bed, the King smiled sarcastically. "Ah, so you still hate me, Rion?" The Black Prince was still unmoved from his spot, just staring intently at the King wi
The Black Prince penetrated the cold night on horseback. The destination was not that far away, only a few hours compared to other cities that had to take days from the capital city of Anarka. A little worried about the King's words earlier, Illarion remembered what he said when he left the girl's residence last time. "We go back to the border and bring all the bodyguards. She will be safe because the terms of the King really protect him, she is still the Queen's family. After all, the King didn't condition that I have to be with her for a year.” Illarion didn't expect that the small loophole in the King's order that he found was considered a betrayal by the King. “That old man really wants me to wallow with the demoness family,” the Black Prince cursed as he continued to gallop towards Sulli. Once there, Illarion Black was surprised to see the dimly lit Broke residence, not as splendid as the last time he remembered it. And only two guards were seen in front of the gate who looked
"Sit down? I guess you don't love your life anymore! How impolite! Just because I married you, now you are getting big-headed and dare to order me to sit down?! What animal do you think I am! Uh...” Illarion suddenly realized something, especially when Amanda screamed the same thing again, but this time, the white hand pointed at the black cat that was now sitting pretty licking its front paws. “That cat's name-,” Illarion stopped his questioning sentence. A teary-eyed Amanda looked at the man in fear. “I-I'm sorry I-I'm really sorry, Your Highness. But I gave the cat a name long before I knew your name. I'm really sorry….” Amanda still said the word 'sorry' a thousand times while prostrating with a trembling body, while beside her, the cat was still innocently licking its black hairy body. Illarion was stunned to realize what was happening, he almost ended his marriage this time by being killed by a cat. The man then laughed and Amanda was stunned as if amazed by that crisp laug
Amanda seemed to think for a moment, then she squeezed the sterile cloth while opening her mouth and swallowing the red liquid that dripped from the squeeze. Illarion snorted. "You could have held the liquid with your tongue." Hearing Illarion who seemed dissatisfied with the way of proving it, Amanda squeezed the red cloth again and dripped it into her eyes, not forgetting that she also took a sip of the red liquid in the cup that was on the table. Illarion smiled when he saw the wrinkles on the white-skinned girl's forehead. Amanda seemed to be desperately holding back the bitter taste that was now creeping on her tongue. The girl stood tall in front of the Black Prince, waiting for any reaction to his actions just now. A few minutes passed, Amanda began to look nervous because of Illarion's sharp gaze that seemed to study her. ‘Disgusting, white skin like a rattlesnake like Gisella said, she must have thought that,’ Amanda thought as she looked down at her skin. ‘And old woman's
"What time do you think is it, Amanda? You're not ready-," Nesa's screams stopped there, as a dagger flashed beside her and pierced perfectly into the teak wood door frame behind her. The maid's eyes widened in disbelief, in front of her - more precisely - on Amanda's bed sat a handsome man with a vile gaze staring at her. "Is this how the maid in your residence wake her master up?" Illarion asked Amanda coldly. While the silver-haired girl didn't react, she just stared frozen at the dagger that had just been thrown by Illarion. And Nesa was no less surprised because she was the one who was pelted with the sharp weapon. The servant did not expect to get a death-defying experience precisely from a shirtless handsome man who was exactly the God of Ares on this sunny morning. “I will make this servant family receive the coffin right now.” Hearing that, Nesa knelt down while pleading. "I-I'm sorry, Your Highness! I am truly sorry!” Amanda was immediately frightened by the words of t
Amanda bit her lip in panic. She was really confused when this morning the Black Prince was about to have breakfast. "I'll take it to the room," Amanda offered. "I'm not used to eating in my room, just show me the way to the dining room," said Illarion in a commanding tone. The dining room was one of the places in the Broke's residence that Amanda avoided, because her stepfamily hated her presence when they were eating. "Gross." That's what they said, who immediately threw the food at Amanda, because their appetite just disappeared because of the girl's presence. Yet, here they were, in front of the luxurious dining room belonging to the Broke family. And Amanda panicked even more when she found out her family hadn't finished breakfast. "Continue with your breakfast," said the Black Prince as he raised his right hand as if to reject Ben Broke's typical Anarka salute. Amanda, who was behind the Black Prince was almost covered by the large body of the broad-chested man. The girl w
Now Amanda was standing in front of her residence and getting ready to board the horse-drawn carriage that would take the girl to the palace. The Broke couple seemed happy to accompany Amanda, while Gisella was still gloomy. Brenda made the breakup dramatic. "Come back with a lot of money, otherwise, don't expect you have a place to go home to," she whispered as she hugged Amanda in disgust. "Remember your filial piety to your parents," Brenda advised with emphasis after letting go of Amanda's arm. "Is that all your stuff?" asked the Black Prince, looking at the small suitcase beside Amanda. Amanda nodded slowly, the contents of her closet which were no more than three pieces of clothes and her underwear were already in the small suitcase, plus an old painting of her family. The horse carriage walked slowly. Amanda looked at the Broke family residence, which was starting to move away. ‘It seems like this is the first time I've left the house in my life. House? I don't know why I n
The journey from the palace gate to the main door of the Black Prince's palace took five hourglass turns, this was due to the vastness of the palace grounds. Dark and cold, those were the words that came to Amanda's mind when she saw the magnificent palace which was decorated with black marble stones that blended perfectly with the gold color which added a luxurious impression. Dark colors also adorned the palace grounds which were overgrown with black roses, black orchids, and various other kinds of plants whose names Amanda did not know, and all of them somehow matched the dark color. On the stairs of the main entrance, you could see the servants have lined up perfectly, waiting for their master's arrival. "Welcome back, Your Highness," Andreas said welcoming the Black Prince while giving a typical Anarka greeting gesture, which was followed by all the palace maids. "Did you manage to persuade the girl to come? I also sent twelve chests of jewelry and gifts, so that they are will