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The princess.
I and Alpherg were talking over some bubble tea and wine. He asked me that if I had gotten a chance to rule a land on my own will I be able to do that?
I answered.
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The princess was escorted back, she was lectured by the queen. She paced through the corridor . In her room, she slided through the veil, cascaded on her bed made of silk and roses.
She enveloped herself in richly woven duvet. Looking outside the castle that lies above the highest cliff. The moon was otherworldly like it was talking to her, loving her, giving her what her mother couldn't give.
Love.
An old man on a wooden horse shone over the moon moving somewhere in the skies. She wished if one day she could escape too.
She turned behind, resting her back on the pillow. Looking at her hands. Her knees hugged her chest, her hands around them. Then she slided in the silk of her bed, moved near the floor.
Took out her book she hid from everyone. Opened it from the bookmark she left.
The bookmark was a small doll with a black hat and coat.
The page on the left was filled with sentences, however on the right nothing was there to fill the gaps.
She dipped a feather's fip in ink and wrote.
{Today, I met an interesting person...}
The night fell down. The dawn was on the verge of inevitability.
She slept with the book within her grip as if holding onto the very last thing that left her as who she is... a child, a grown up lady was she.
The sun rose slowly revealing it's presence. A figure stood before the castle with colourful appearance. The sun never sets for him.
With some balloons and a letter. The princess was sleeping but her book felt different, she felt a tome in her grasp. As she rose from her repose the sunlight didn't fell on her but the night still lingered upon her.
''Athyna! I have some sugar to stir in your tea!" The queen was in front of her. Her step-mother.
She never liked to be in her presence, the queen wasn't her mother but mother's sister.
"Did I do something wrong?.." Athyna looked at her book she hid for a year or more. It was replaced with a tome. Laws of the royals. The book of athyna was in the hands of Lady Marshokovlina.
...
The gates of castle opened. Between them a small girl, snow-like gloves graceful movement. A light blue dress.
But her body was visible a little bit. The queen played a gambit on him using her, to provoke her in front of him.
The clown took out a scarf and tied it on his eyes. Athyna's lost grace slowly formed again.
She stood in front of him.
"I am here." They both overwrote their own words.
He bowed down, stretched his arms with many colourful balloons and a envelope.
"Remove that eye cover. As a princess I am used to these. I at least want you to look at me." Her words in deep slumber. The sun slowly rose, it's rays forming like arrows from heavens shot around the castle. For the first time.
It was this heavenly.
He parted his lips and spoke. "I can see you without my eyes. You are the kindest person I met ever, your words have your grace. I am not brave enough to let your solace hinder."
She took the balloons and asked him once again.
"What shall I say to define your presence?" She was different. Weighed under the responsibility of inheriting the next crown.
"I am.." he stopped. He thought, the Caesar he knew was just a name a definition of his past. To revamp on his old name was to grip it tighter.
"What is your name?" He asked. Informally as a friend. She pondered and brushed her gown a bit. Held a her hair, brushing through them and spoke looking down.
"I am. Athyna." He smiled.
"I am Ameth.'' He left his past behind. Even for a day, he wanted to be Ameth for his friend.
But not everything is as bright as the sun behind them.
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I answered. Sipping my bubble tea.
To rule a country is to weigh it on your shoulders unless you want to be a catastrophe. Either rule like only you exist, or be ruled by the weight of a mere crown.
I rather be a farmer than a king.
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She opened the envelope. There was only one word, a single stroke in beauty.
His smile was unshaken, as if he owns the world.
The word was.
"Thanks."