"You're up early, huh? Good morning." Dylan kissed my forehead while I was still squirming under the covers.
It was a rare morning. At least for my waking routine these days.
"Good morning, Dylan, Pasha."
After weeks of being pampered with the habit of getting up late, it turns out that waking up early gives another fresh feeling to my body. Not only did the fresh morning air blow through my nose, but I could also smell Dylan's soothing scent.
"Come on. You asked me to wake you up." Dylan pulled my hand gently to keep my back away from the soft mattress.
"Hehe, thank you."
"So, it's today, huh?" Dylan stroked my head. The question caused his expression to turn cloudy.
"Mhm. If possible, I would like us to meet there.”
"I'll try."
Today is the day I was invited to Haddad's royal palace. According to the invitation, the king of Haddad would send a carriage and his men to pick me up at noon. I'd be lying if I said I w
Just in case someone in the Palace recognizes me, I use freckles under my eyes and my nose's bridge. Then I also put a black dot on the right cheek to complete my disguise. Even so, this makeup doesn't cover my beauty, hohoho~!“Milady, are you sure you're fine going alone?” Asked Merri who was now combing my hair."It's okay, Merri. How many times have you asked already? Geez. I can't take Pasha to such a dangerous place. And I once again ask you to look after him, Merri.""Haa, okay milady. I hope you meet Mr. Dylan over there.""I hope so too."But I can't expect more from that because Dylan is on duty to look after a royal princess. It was not a position that made it easy for him to move to and fro. And I should be grateful that at least Dylan was given permission to go home.'Huff, pleasing the boss is not easy. If Dylan hadn't helped the viceroy, maybe he wouldn't have been in the awkward position he is in... my goodness! H
I took a deep breath as the carriage sped out of our yard. From the window I was about to close, I could still see Merri and Pasha waving at me until I didn't see them anymore. I closed my eyes for a moment to pray for their safety and mine.I didn't run away from Drachentia just to die in another character's plot setting.The air in the carriage was stuffy. I wish I could open the window pane during the trip, or I might run out of breath from the awkwardness that was feeling on each other's nerves. As expected from sitting across from a stiff-looking stranger. As if the smile he shared with me earlier when he picked me up was just an illusion.After all, Sir Thebet was a courtier who was good at giving a fake smile when he needed it. I know best about this, don't I?“May I open the window during the trip?” I asked carefully.Yeah, instead of just debating in my head whether I should open the window or not, I'd better ask in person.
"I'm afraid that I have to go first as I have another appointment that cannot be replaced. But don't worry, you will be accompanied by the servants to the room that has been provided. So, please enjoy your time at Haddad's Royal Palace, Lady Sasha.” Thebet lowered his gaze for a moment, before giving Fuschia a final friendly smile.Fuschia also returned Thebet's greeting with a curtsied, then Thebet turned his back on her.Fuschia was still pensive on the spot as she watched Thebet disappear into a corner of the building.‘He’s gone.’ Fuschia breathed a sigh of relief as she stood in front of a huge and elegant-looking building.She was mesmerized by what she witnessed. She remembered that she had entered a large building to escape the rain. But when she entered the building, she was greeted by the presence of another domed building that was no less majestic than the one she had seen when she entered with the carriage. So it can be
Dylan sighed for the umpteenth time in the last hour. His sigh sound was so heavy that it made people around him unable to help but be curious about what made him sigh so heavily. But because so far his performance as Princess Marya's special guard was not very good, as well as his tense relationship with Ashaf -- Princess Marya's other guards, he got reprimanded instead.“Tsk again, you act out in the presence of our princess. You should always be vigilant by putting Her Highness' safety first, instead of being fooled by other thoughts. So, cut that out, or I will sew your mouth." Ashaf scolds threateningly.Ashaf was patient enough with Dylan's behavior which did not reflect the behavior of a special guard for a member of the royal family. If Dylan was a fellow knight he had known for a long time during his service at the Palace, maybe Ashaf could find it easier to discipline him.But Dylan has a quite unique situation because Dylan occupies this positio
Maftah invited Dylan to sit with him and Princess Marya at one table in front of many other servants and guards. Even though he had refused, in the end, Dylan lost his voice and authority, so he sat between the two siblings.“Wow, you look nervous, Dylan. So unlike you. Did my charisma discourage you?” Maftah asked with that smug face of his.Dylan almost smirked and snickered at Maftah's question, but he held it back knowing that Maftah was the king of this place. He didn't want to create enemies just because of his lack of ethics.“Not because of you, but because of the princess.” Dylan chimed in.Both Maftah and Marya immediately turn to look at Dylan curiously."Me? Why me?” Marya was also surprised by Dylan's answer.“That's because...” Dylan trailed off his words, then opened his mouth again after a while.“Well, who wouldn't be nervous about sitting with two of the noblest people
"Hmm, maybe it has something to do with the rumors that are circulating right now, brother," Marya said, making the four men who were there immediately turn to her.Dylan's ears perk up when Marya mentioned something about Drachentia's Crown Prince. Even though he hated Hayden, he still needed to hear any information regarding the man in order to prepare a countermeasure. There's never anything wrong with setting up a plan b, especially against a lunatic like Hayden."What rumors?" asked Maftah.“Haven't you heard the rumors circulating, brother? Geez, I know you're an empirical person and don't believe in rumors, but sometimes you need to hear it if you're in that position.”"Ouch. That's a roundabout way to say that I'm incompetent as a king, huh?”“Brothers, it's not like that. I'm just saying that it's not wrong to hear 'mere' rumors."“Hohoho, of course, I know your good intentions. No need to scowl at me,
“Your Majesty, shouldn't you have an appointment with someone right now?”As Dylan threw the question, a gust of wind picked up enough to mess up everyone's hairdos in the garden. Marya rushed to protect her hair from the mess carried by the wind by pressing her head. Meanwhile, Thebet and Tarek used their bodies to protect Maftah from the next blow of the wind.“Actually, yeah. Haha, I kinda forgot that you knew about it, huh?”"So, why are you still here, Your Majesty?""Hey! Watch your mouth!” Tarek shouted at Dylan, who was acting haughty and defiant in front of a king.Hearing Tarek's shout, Marya immediately turned to Dylan. He didn't quite understand the context of their conversation just now. But he was sensitive enough to understand that right now there was a terrifying vibration emitting from two opposite sides, namely Dylan and Maftah.“Thebet, has that person arrived yet?” Maftah asked Th
I watched the two guards out of the corner of my eye. “Hmm, what if I find myself a maid to deliver my message?”"Sorry lady, but you can't leave this room.""What?"I catch them trying hard to stay friendly to me by suppressing their fake smiles as their eyes twitch in annoyance. I was able to capture it all in a short time because of my experience as a conscious of others' looks.“From the order that I received, you are not allowed to leave this place while waiting for His Majesty's presence. I hope you understand that.”"Even if it's just for a walk in the garden that I passed when I came in here?" I asked again."That's right, lady."“Haa, but why? I've been waiting here for a long time, and I'm bored. After all, Sir Thebet said himself that I could enjoy the views that were presented in this place. I want to get out!” I said firmly. With stomping on the floor, and sharp eyes like Angry Birds, I