The Queen Wicked Deeds - Chapter 64
“Your Highness!” Rose finally stopped the young boy that was red to his neck, from still fighting his father’s knights. Even when she whispered her words between the crashing and the loud sword noises, he still could hear her like the only worthy voice that ever existed in his world.
Even a single breath from her would make him gasp and shake, though, he didn’t know when that feeling first started. He just knew that after his little sister’s eleventh birthday, he returned to the Academy with awe and a MINI device, but more important, a heart full of the name Rose engraved deep and hard. Then he understood that weakness can also come in the name of a flower, a beautiful, frail, soft, and gentle flower like a Rose.
“Your Highness,” Rose called again. Her voice was like a soft feather, just one touch on his back and he could feel funny shivers growing in his spine.
However, the boy didn’t turn to look at her. He still remembered how she looked so beautiful a few seconds ago, although she still does. So he was so afraid, afraid of the feeling growing inside his heart and body as a whirlwind of uncontrollable power.
He had the need to torment her in a spiral of gentleness, but she was so young, and too naive, at least three years younger than him. However, the emotion in his heart and the dėsɨrė of his body was growing stronger with every year that passed, with every smile she showed to him, with every glance, laugh, word. He could even recognize the sound of her steps.
Now he couldn’t restrain himself anymore and if something like a little last push forced him to take action, then the world will collapse. His mind will collapse, and he won’t know how pained will it be if she were to reject him, if she were to be scared of him and his strong feelings.
He didn’t turn around.
“Your Highness,” again the sweet voice of Rose stopped him before he could raise his sword again. He was prepared to escape again.
He didn’t turn around.
Then as if an earthquake in his heart began shaking his body, he heard the soft steps of the beautiful girl behind him. “Your highness,” she said again in gentleness.
He didn’t turn around.
However, the soft Rose was also feeling the hesitant and wavy heart of the handsome boy that had stolen her heart much longer than she had stolen his. Then with new and strong determination in her lips, the words that will define their relationship came out from her mouth, though shaking, though fearful, but with an ‘enough’ word written in the front.
“Your Highness,” she breathed deeply, “If… if you don’t… if… if you don’t kiss… kiss me right now… I will accept the proposal with Prince Dante from Jurian Kingdom.”
Her words were resolute and cruel. So cruel.
The many gasps around the crowd depicted how the news had affected the shy prince. He was gasping for air and his face was as pale as any white paper. His hands couldn’t grip the handle of the sword and… and he had to close his eyes and furrow his brow to think deeply.
The next thing that happened was expected.
After a few seconds and no answer, the beautiful Rose almost shed a tear and so, she turned around and was prepared to leave when her hand touched another hand. And a pull not only made her body clash with the ċhėst of the handsome Shy Prince, but her heart bumped into his too.
“I won’t give you the chance to leave me, Rose, not now, not ever,” the voice of Ilian was so resolute and at the same time, frightening.
However, there was not a trace of the scardy cat Prince, no more the hesitant Prince, no more the shy Prince, this time the soul that had taken over was just the foolish head over heels Ilian du Lith.
Rose looked up at his face fixed at her and blinked her cute eyes, then before a word could escape her mouth, a pair of lips sealed the vow.
At that moment, time stopped. Nothing else mattered and as a storm and a whirlwind, the two of them were caught in the middle without nothing, without no one. He finally kissed the girl. His girl.
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[Finally!]
[Congratulations on a good job]
[One less single shy Prince, One less single gentle Maiden. Don’t cry too much.]
[Will Prime Minister Prim approve of their relationship?]
[Follow the new couple’s long journey of love.]
Anne was happy with the turn of events, she was reading the newspaper with the beautiful description of the new couple on the campus and the many headlines that those shameless students had come with.
Finally, the Shy Prince and the Gentle Maiden had started their romantic adventure, and, hopefully, a long one. Though the boy is still as shy as ever, and the girl is as innocent as ever, at least the both of them are together. Anne smiled and giggle a little when the pictures of the boy and the girl after the kiss appeared. It was hard to know who of the two of them had fainted first.
“Anne?”
“Mmm?”
“When are you going to let me go?”
“Never,” Anne smiled as she was reading the news on the paper, though the one turning the pages for her was her dear Henry as she was leaving on his ċhėst, “you should have known that by now, darling.”
Henry smiled and giggled, “I know. Not even after death, I will let you go, my bride.”
His words caused a strange jump in her heart. If it were something else, she will dismiss it as their usual flirting, but those words felt like a déjà vu, something she had heard somewhere before, but her mind didn’t let her regain the memory.
“Anne?”
Henry noticed the moment his bride stopped reading and was looking a bit pale. Her golden eyes even widened up, and she looked at him with confusion and a strange recognition. Then as always, her calm golden eyes returned to their pace, however, Henry knew something had happened.
“Anne, is something wrong?”
She shook her head and looked up at his face again, “don’t… don’t ever forget your words, okay?”
He nodded and touched her cheek, “I will never, I promise.”
She smiled and buried her face on his ċhėst as a silent tear came down her eye. The strange feeling wielding inside her ċhėst was something she needed to figure out sometime later. However, she knew, she didn’t like it and at the same time, she wanted to know what was hidden inside.
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From afar, a red-eyed boy and a red-eyed girl with long white hair looked at the couple in the garden, shamelessly feeding dog food to the knights in the training camp.
“She doesn’t know, right?”
“You know the rules,” Mellie said and continued writing in his little book. The little girl on his side was also writing, however, her book was white with shining golden letters.
‘The lie of a Princess,’ the name on the cover said. However, as her fingers moved through the pages and the letters showed up, she understood something.
Her eyes looked at the girl with the bright red hair and golden eyes, then her sight turned to the boy with emerald eyes and black hair. She narrowed her sight and observed the young boy’s face over and over again.
“You… what did you do, Mellie?”
She turned to see the little boy that had stopped writing in his book, her eyes were not any more mischievous, not angry but shocked and in sorrow.
“What did you do?!”
She shouted and took his shoulders to shake him and made him look at her. However, he smiled and laughed hard, she couldn’t believe that the boy she hated the same as she admired him, was the one to do the one thing their mother had forbidden for centuries. Now the punishment… the punishment will be more than any one of them could stand.
“Please, Lily,” the voice of Mellie deepened, “I need to do it…”
“Why?” she trembled and the tears on her eyes started to form with a hidden sadness inside. “You didn’t have to do that, it is not worthy, they are only souls… mortal dying souls…”
“No,” he shook his head, “that is what you don’t understand, little sis, they are nothing but unworthy souls, nor they are mortal and decaying, they will live forever.”
“Now… let’s write their fascinating stories to make their souls turn into eternity, shall we?”
His words entered her soul and she nodded, but her elegant hands were still shaking and the tears dropping from her eyes were making her vision blurry.
Mellie had to stop for a second and pull her to his ċhėst to make her loud wailings converse with his gentle heartbeats.