Hi everyone! How're you?

At first, a belated Eid Mubarak to everyone! Hope this Eid went well and safe for all of you. I know it wasn't as pleasing and enjoyable as previous ones, but don't worry. Soon, this hazard will take its farewell from the earth. Soon, other Eids will be enjoyable, bringing the opportunities of celebrations for us, once again :'D

Thanks a lot to Sohana Sarkar, TwilightUniverse018, Cutetyhil, Misaki, LadyPeach7, Scarlet Witch of Terra, Stark02, Guest, TLP, IshuRock8, Bahubali, Justafan, Emerald Rami and Jyotsna for reviewing.

Misaki: No, Kai wasn't reincarnated. He was just born to help Hilary fulfill her vow, wish and curse. In this chapter, the lucky couple has been mentioned. Thank you so much for reviewing.

Guest: Hehehe...you guessed it right. Actually, Ilaria (The pre-incarnation of Hilary) mentioned that she was doing penance to marry the worthiest guardian of Dranzer, not Dranzer. The guardian of Dranzer is male. Thank you so much for reviewing :D

TLP: I know that one chapter is a torture. That's why, I've brought another chapter :P Actually, Kai wasn't there for Ilaria. But he was born to fulfill her wishes. Actually, Dragoon and Dranzer were going to set up someone else...hehehe...Anyways, thank you so much for reviewing :)

IshuRock8: You'll have another dimension of perversity in this chapter. And about the language: You remember that once upon a time Kai's father told his mother about his wish to get his son married in Japan? Isn't it obvious that Kai has learnt Japanese from the learning center or from her mother? Hilary has also been under the tutelage of the prime minister of her kingdom and a minister should know almost all the state languages of the mighty kingdoms (At least in ancient ages, not in modern ages, I know so hard it was...). Thanks a lot for reviewing :)

Bahubali: Your expectations will also be fulfilled. Thank you so much for reviewing :D

Justafan: Yeah, I know about it. It hit the coastal areas of Bangladesh too and *Sighs*...Anyways, here, Kuro Suzaku is just the name of the chariot of Boris, just like the aeroplanes and ships of today have names xD. But Black Dranzer will appear here and it will be the reason behind the worst, the most horrible and the deadliest curse which Kai will get...Another thing, Black Dranzer is a "He". :P Your wishes will also be fulfilled, no need to plead in this way. Thank you so much for reviewing :D

Jyotsna: Hey! I loved your name! Are you a Bengali? Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. Please stick to my story! :'D

So...here's the next chapter, with an OC: Silvia. She has silver hair crossing her knees and golden orbs. You may find her father as an OC, but again, he's not an OC. He's a cannon character. Try to identify him! :P

Enjoy!

The kohl that had been smudged beneath the lower eyes of the sky by the nightfall hadn't been washed away. Still, the sun from the east was sheepishly peeping at the earth. Nightingales and martins of the dawn were still peacefully sleeping in their straw-made nests. Bats were preparing to enjoy their siesta by hanging down from the branches of the trees, so were the night owls. Breezes were trying their best to remove the distress of people and provide them with some comfort and coziness. Yet, they seemed to be overthrown by the tag-team consisting of the humidity and the temperature of the nature.

Despite them, a navy-haired young man around 20 was attempting to sleep on his round-quadrangular bed, almost sprawling there like any littered liquid from a jug. His endomorphic chest was gradually rising and stooping. With his mouth slightly open, his rhythmical snoring was being echoed in his bedroom. On that day, he had bathed three times; twice with water and once in his own perspirations. For getting the touch of a single gust of wind, his skin was longing. His breaths were also being unstable as he stirred. There was another reason behind his sleeplessness; the image of the purple-haired girl. He couldn't help retaining those pictures inside his neuron cells. There, they were resonating.

She wasn't as beautiful as the chocolate-haired princess of Japan. Like the rest of the girls of Nippon, she was. Then what was inside her that was pulling him? To which quality of her was he being attracted? Was she intelligent? No, at least not like her other sisters. What were her talents? Being a good dancer, having skilled fingers that could sew and craft-and nothing else. Were they enough for winning his heart? Was anything else about her concerning the dragoon-wielder? Was it called 'Nothing'?

But...being attracted to someone because of nothing is considered to be one of the necessary conditions of falling in love, isn't it?

"Ssshhhh!"

Unexpectedly, his tanned skin sensed the cold whispering wind that was brushing his body. It seemed originating from any arctic region of the world. All the sweats from his body disappeared. He shivered, his teeth clattered against one another. He felt as if a snowstorm had started inside his room. With a jerk, he sat up on his bed and fluttered his eyes. As he rubbed them, he couldn't believe his own sight. What was he seeing? Whom was he seeing?

A young maiden was standing at the center of his room. Her skin texture was resembling the clouds of the early autumn floating in the rainless sky. So was her hair, as blue as the diurnal roof of the earth. Her orbs were gleaming like the ice crystals of Siberia. Her lips were smeared with the juice of fresh pomegranate. She was wearing a sleeveless, full-length scarlet top and a long black skirt made of cotton, with red trimmings. Her nose was upstretched and keen like an arrow. Winking, she smiled at him, making his blood freeze.

"Who...who're you?" He felt his tone quivering though he was the bravest of all people of Japan, "What are you doing in my room?"

A sly smirk rose in her lips. Seduction seeped from her throat, "Don't you know who I am? I'm the spirit who possessed you during your battle against Kai Hiwatari."

Though Tyson was nervous a bit, the quotation delivered from the ice-eyed girl evaporated all of it. Instead, wrath and fury claimed the position. Not waiting for a single moment, he untucked his dagger that'd been inside his kimono belt and flung it towards her. Rotating perpendicularly, it pierced her knee.

"Ouch!" Clutching her leg, she kowtowed on the ground. No blood was oozing from her wound but it was sure from her expressions that she was hurt.

"So you're the one?!" The dragoon-wielder spat, "You're the one for whom I almost lost my precious sacred spirit. It is you...it's you for whom my friend almost lost his life. Only because of your tricks, I hurt and disrespected two women for the very first time in my life. What did you think? I would spare you so easily? No, lady, no! Today, nobody will be able to save you from my wrath!"

His words were enough for removing the pain of the injured girl. Standing up with a swing, she stormed across the open door. Not wasting much time, he also left his room. Behind his cabin, his stallion was tied to a tree. Unfastening it, he rode it. As he pulled its bridle once, neighing, it started galloping, chasing the witch.

Soon, its black color got mixed with the struggling darkness of the environs, keeping nobody behind.

"Hahaha!"

Startled, the purple-haired girl discovered herself in a space which was filled with only whiteness. There was no stain, no sign of trees or flowers, no gorgeousness of regality and hardly any sound of the nature. She felt as if someone had painted her on a white canvas. It was another kind of blindness for her in another dimension. For having a glimpse of her old familiar atmosphere and dear persons, her eyes were craving but her heart was telling that it had been too late. A bizarre fear grasped her out of the blue. She didn't know why it was happening but she knew that something must have happened to one of her most favorite persons. But...to whom?

All of a sudden, a red kimono jacket got flung to her face. Gasped, she clutched it. To her utter horror, she saw it streaked with blood. Her nails ducked inside it, her eyes went widened. She knew the over-garment. The identifiable fragrance of him still didn't left it.

"Tyson!"

With a jar, she got up on her bed. Her lungs were pumping fast because of the sudden shortage of fresh oxygenated air. She found herself totally drenched though she was under the roof of her room and there wasn't raining outside at all. Her chest furiously rose and deigned, her lips formed a gap between them. Wiping her forehead, she looked here and there. As she discovered herself in her room on her bed, she heaved a sigh of relief, again laying her back on the bed.

"Clip-clop! Clip-clop!"

Removing her instant relaxations, the sounds of the horse hooves outside her room reached her ears. Frowning, she rushed to her windows. Drawing the curtains back, the purplette saw a black stallion galloping towards the forest. On its back, the navy-haired guy was sitting, tightly clutching its harness. His face was holding a stoic expression as if he'd been chasing someone to kill him or her. His actions and speed left her spellbound and speechless.

'Where is he going?' Dew asked herself, confused, 'At this time of night? Is everything alright?'

The creepy nightmare which she had had again peeped at her mind. Her eyes fell at the eastern sky. The sun was scuffling against the clouds to rise from there. The scene was beautiful but it increased her nervousness. Quite obvious it was. To her, it was very ominous to have bad dreams at that time.

Not able to brace herself, she opened her cupboard. Taking a black shawl with a dagger, she wrapped it around her which covered her shoulders and head along with most of the parts of her face. Inserting the stiletto beneath her kimono-belt, she left her room in the speed of whirlwind.

The steed was storming forward just like the blizzards of Russia even through the tropical forest of Japan. In the east, the sun was rising gradually, erasing all the darkness from the nature. With its illuminating rays, the trajectories of the witch were being clearer to the dragoon-wielder. The velocity of the fleeing fiend was also escalating bit by bit. The silent huddling trees kept quiet, being startled once by the smiting hooves of the mount. Due to false earthquakes, some shrubs shuddered. A few crunchy leaves wholeheartedly hugged mother earth, leaving their long-time abodes. Crossing all the acclivities and inclinations, they were sprinting.

The quiver of the arrows and the bow were hanging from the horse's back. Taking them, not losing his balance, the navy-haired rider adjusted the darts against the bow-cord and launched them at the female sprite. It vanished, making his raid futile. Leaning forward a bit, Tyson again shot another barb. For the second time, it went in vain, thanks to the sudden disappearance of his target.

He felt his blood to ride on his brain. Impatient and restless, he kept hurling the arrows one by one at her but she was fading recurrently. With her swiftness, she entered into a dense bush. Stopping his mount, he tied it to a tall tree. Taking his longbow and quiver, he also followed her footsteps. His curious and unstoppable eyes remained searching for the sky-blue-haired even in the declining darkness of the previous night but she couldn't be seen at all. The half-murky shrubberies were looking like dissatisfied spirits. But they couldn't scare the navy-haired boy. Fatigued and impatient, he propped his back against another tree, dropping his weapons on the ground.

Suddenly, he felt that something was seizing his arms and legs. Gasping, the dragoon-wielder looked back. Some wild creepers were tying him with themselves to the tree. They were thick, broad and firm. Tyson tossed his hands and legs in order to free himself. Then again, bit by bit, the bonds were going stronger.

'Shit!' He bit his tongue, 'I should have noticed the tree. How could I be so careless and forgetful?'

He didn't know that cursing himself at that moment would never help him. The demonic vines were literally clenching him. For his protection, he was about to bent down and pick up his quiver but before that, another climber rasped his neck, wrapping around the stem. He found himself completely fastened to the tree. Though he was alone to himself, he didn't know that he was being watched by someone...nope, there were two.

"I'm going to help Master, Dranzer," Irked, the azure dragon was about to blow in the direction of his guardian, "Otherwise, I won't be able to show my face to the rest of the sacred spirits of the world."

"Shush!" The avian creature grabbed his mouth, making him red, "Never dare do this!"

"But..." Dragoon was about to protest but Dranzer stopped him, "Just wait and watch."

"What will I watch?" The blunette narrowed his eyes, "The death of my Master?"

"Your master is too stubborn to die, Dragoon," The phoenix smirked, "This is one of the rarest traits which he shares with my master. Anyways, don't need to be tensed. She is coming."

"Lady, you did the same thing with prince Hiwatari in order to strengthen his love with princess Tachibana," The dragon cocked an eyebrow, "Again, in order to raise the romance between Master and princess Dew, you're literally pushing him towards the jaw of death, disguising as the witch and calling that wolf to help you. My lady, what lies in you? Why do you love so much to play with fire?"

"Because I was born from fire," The golden orbs the phoenix glimmered, "Besides, the one whom you are calling a wolf is my best friend and she has a name! Now shut up and enjoy the drama."

"Hmm..." Sighing, Dragoon kept watching his master's miseries, only being the victim of the fancies of a freaky phoenix.

For the improper blood circulation, the ankles and wrists of the indigo-head were turning blue. His breaths were getting clogged. He wheezed for a single gush of air. Slowly, his back was going numb. His visions were blurring. Gradually, he was about to lose his consciousness...

"Slatch!"

Disconcerted, the navy-haired guy discovered his throat to be free from the tree. Rotating his head left a bit, he saw a knife penetrated inside the stem, splitting the vine into two pieces. Following that, someone's treads tolled in his ears. Through the scrubs, a honey-toned, purple-haired girl stepped inside the place, making the dragoon-wielder awestruck and smile in relief at the same time. Rushing towards him, the purplette hauled the penknife out and incised the rope-like plants. Holding Tyson's wrist, she distanced him from the tree. Helping him pick up the weapons, along with him, she left the scrubland. Outside, two horses were waiting for their owners, fluttering their tails.

"Tyson..." Dew huffed, "Are you alright?"

"I'm..." Tyson breathed in, satisfying his lungs with fresh spurts of uncontaminated air, "Thank you so much, Dew."

"Shut up!" For the first time in her life, the purplette snapped at him, "Are you crazy, Tyson? What were you doing? Why were you running with your horse to this forest even before the sunrise?"

"I was following a demoness," The navy-haired guy sheepishly replied, "The evil spirit who possessed me during my battle against Kai. Only for her..."

"Stop daydreaming, Tyson!" Dew retorted, "When I saw you on the back of your scurrying horse, there was nobody in front of you."

"But..."

"It was nothing but an illusion," The purplette explained, "You cannot attack an artifice in this way. What if..."

"What if I lost my life?" Tyson completed her sentence, shaking his amused eyes, "Really, what would happen..."

But he couldn't finish his as her soft palm fell on his mouth firmly. Bewildered, he saw her turquoise orbs glittering with tears. Her lips were wobbling. Waterworks seemed to surge from those eyes soon. Neither he could protest, nor did he have the ability of removing her hand from his lips. Logical, yet, emotive concerns for him were emerging from her ogles.

Without warning him, her head collided against his well-built chest. Two slim tanned arms got wrapped around his shoulders and back. Crimson, the navy-haired guy looked down at her. She was shaking slightly. Unstable sniffs were being heard from her. Her feelings were soaking his jacket as well as his arid heart.

Till the previous week, he had used to see her with the vision of pity and kindness. Who changed those feelings into love?

He was about to embrace her and pull her closer to his chest but before that, she herself freed him from her hug. Wiping her eyes, she sobbed, "Why am I doing this? I know that you'll never pay any heed to my love. You're not the one to fall in love."

"Dew..." Tyson murmured.

"But I have no grudge against your wills," Dew smiled in a way which crushed Tyson's heart, "I respect your choices, Tyson. I don't want anything from you."

Keeping him stunned and silent, she unfastened her mare, rode it and clutched its rein. Neighing softly, it sprinted towards the castle. The dragoon-wielder kept standing there without uttering any word or blinking. Her love had hit him so hard. He didn't have the power to retort back. He was powerless.

What could he do?

Whereas, tears were still flowing like rivers from her eyes. Her mare could understand it also. Its speed diminished as she moved her head back. No, he wasn't coming after her. He wasn't following her.

He might have chosen his own way.

If you cannot find happiness,

Go, be free in search of pleasure,

I have found you in my heart,

I don't want anything else, it's my most precious treasure.

Under the curvy wedge-shaped roof of the playhouse, the musicians were cleaning their instruments. It had three rectangular windows at the north, the south, the east and an arched door at the west. On the wooden floor, the two-dimensional shadows of the swinging lanterns and silver bells were visible. Agate-built statues of different deities of culture and tradition were placed between every two columns. Walls having red backgrounds were painted with the artworks of dancing idols. Colorful ribbons were wavering rhythmically from the entrance. White marigolds and camellias were arranged on golden platters with vermilion and pastes of sandalwood, kept on liana-embraced metal rod-like platforms. Kotos, biwas, tabors were being wiped with handkerchiefs.

Amidst everything, the purple-haired girl straightly walked into the theater, keeping both her hands at the right side of her waist. Seeing her, everyone stood up and bowed. She glanced all over the environment and gestured them to sit.

"Start the music of the dawn," The princess ordered, "With sorrowful vibes."

Nodding, the instrumentalists began playing the musical apparatuses. At first, the tabors and drums did their work. With their rhythm, her anklets jingled. Her periodic feet hit the ligneous floor. It added another dimension to the resonations of the percussion tools. Spreading her paper fan-held arms elliptically right and left, left and right, she knelt. The waves of an ocean passed across her slender body, so did her hands create the evanescent pulsations. Creating a vertical semicircle, she leaped. Legs were placed triangularly, their fronts touched the ground and backs rose. Tiptoeing, she twisted her wrists.

Her hourglass waist swung, her heart too. The string instruments played, five pure tunes with two soft melodies sprung from them. Airstream flurried inside the flute-holes and thumped the twines, they produced descants. All the royal singers opened their mouths. Their vocal cords trembled, she continued dancing. Though she was silent, her anklets were calling someone.

She used to prefer the calm forms of dancing. But on that day, without any certain reason, her feet were moving fast. Seeing her prowess, even the wooden floor of the theater was shivering in fear. People inside the cubicle were mistaking it to be the magic of her ankles.

Like a serpent, she raised her body as if waking up at that moment. Her hip eddied from that sitting position. She felt to slide on the ice. Her skirt flew, hair blew, the bronze bells of the anklets were seen. Then, she didn't belong to this material world. She'd already offered all her body, mind and soul to an unknown person. To her, he was from an anonymous realm.

Swirling, she advanced towards the door. She wasn't looking at anything or thinking about anyone. The fingers of the players kept moving on the membranes and through the strings of the instruments. Being a nymph in the courtroom of the king of the heaven, she glided. To the outer world, she was exposing that she was in love. She wasn't ashamed a bit of it. The gorgeous dancing room, the musical tools, the floors, even her anklets were nothing but mere lies. Only her heart was the truth to her.

Along with the things which were inside it.

Her head thudded against someone's broad chest. She didn't bother to raise her face and see his one once. She had already had the power to recognize him. Fatigued, she rested her head on his heart. Becoming disinterested in the music that was going on inside the room, her ears offered themselves to his heartbeats. She rattled, closing her eyes. Slowly, two strong arms captured her inside a heart-warming embrace. Trailing, a bold, masculine, yet, familiar voice ordered, "Privacy."

Obeying him, within less than sixty blinks of eyes, the room became vacant. Not hurrying, the boy led the girl inside the chamber. Holding her chin affectionately, he outstretched her face. Turquoises shone at the bronzites. The brown gemstones sparkled too in love.

"I love you."

"So do I."

Perfumes spread with the breezes around them. In her nightly sky, finally, the moon had risen. Breaking the silence of disapproval, someone had dropped a crystal mirror. The flurries forgot their paths. Expressions changed their ways. The reckless dragoon-wielder also got some peace. A peacock feather caressed his eyelids. Suppressed wishes woke up, yawning and enjoying the new dawn. Liquid pearls exuded from their teal and auburn oysters.

Let there be only your talks,

Let there be night from the morning,

Ever since I got you,

My heart has received feelings which are soothing,

Only you are my roads,

And you are the trip

There remains my home,

Inside your heart, genuine and deep,

I don't know to take rest,

I don't know to feel pain,

Only the heart of one,

Better knows the other to gain,

When I met you, my kites flew away,

In the air, being a wanderer.

I have left my home for you,

Oh, butter-heart!

Now, you're my life's hue,

Oh, butter-heart!

This crazy love is only for you,

Oh, butter-heart!

I have left the worldly things for you,

Oh, butter-heart!

Under the dome-shaped awning in the garden, a beautiful Russian girl was standing, holding a peacock-feather brush in her right hand. It was being stroked on the surface of an opus, and sometimes, dipped in the color pallet kept on a nearby table. Seeing her talent, the white pigeons coming inside for nibbling the grains forgot their jobs. Sparrows quitted flying. Rabbits stopped hopping around and grazing. On the canvas, there was rising the image of another Tatar, having two-toned hair. His amethyst pools were twinkling in pride and the joys of victory. His right hand was elevating a longsword. Towards it, a majestic garnet phoenix was heading, spreading its plumose wings that were covering the entire sky. From her golden beak, flames were being showered on the battleground. Not so far from him, a chocolate-haired girl was standing with flushed face. Though she was blushing, the smile clinging to her rubicund lips surely belonged to the pleasure of the triumph of her love. A gold-made cornet was enclosed in her hands on a golden platter, with some petals of roses. The velvety feathers of the vermilion bird were blowing in the flurries. People around them were jubilating, stretching their fists up.

Hearing someone's footsteps, she stopped painting. Dipping the brush inside the color-pot, she turned back. Seeing her mother, smiling, she bowed.

"Good morning, my girl," The elder woman greeted, "What were you doing?"

"Mother, look," The princess showed her the picture, "I was painting the moment when brother Kai won against his opponent in the groom-choosing ceremony of princess Hilary Tachibana. How majestic and courageous he is looking here! Brother Kai is an excellent warrior, isn't he?"

"Natasha, all your brothers are excellent warriors," The mother leered, "It is not a thing to be surprised at."

"I know, mother," Natasha nodded, "But brother Kai is not like the rest of us. He's extraordinary. He can pierce a flying mosquito with the tip of his arrow even after blindfolding himself. His abilities and talents are really far beyond our thoughts and imaginations, mother."

"You love your brother a lot, don't you?"

"Of course!" Natasha cheerfully affirmed, "He's my most favorite of all my brothers, mother. All his words, actions, decisions and choices are so perfect."

"You think so?" Natalia cocked an eyebrow, "Then what is he doing? Don't you know that he's going to jump in fire by deciding to marry the Japanese princess?"

"No mother, he has taken the right decision," The princess of Russia shook her head, "If he married someone only for the welfare of our kingdom, he could never be happy in his life."

"Our Kai was never so selfish, Natasha," The elder lady gnashed her jaw, "How could he change so much during this short period? How could he think about only himself?"

"I don't think so," The younger disagreed with her mother, "He never thought about only himself, mother. Of course in his feelings, Russia is involved deep inside. He has surely chosen someone who is perfect for our empire. Mother, princess Tachibana will make our icy land flower. Just be patient."

"Oh really?" Natalia frowned, "I cannot believe my own ears. How can you support your brother even though he is wrong?"

"This is your misunderstanding, mother," Her daughter chortled, "Even mistakenly, brother Kai never commits a mistake."

"Well, my girl," Natalia cleared her throat, "If you have to choose someone between me and Kai, whom will you choose?"

"Is it a question of asking, mother?" Natasha laughed, gently squeezing her shoulders, "Of course, I will choose you."

"I knew, my girl." Beaming, the mother affectionately cupped the face of her daughter. However, after hearing another response from her, slowly, the beams from her face turned into vapors. Unhurriedly, her hands also moved away.

"Because this is the thing which brother Kai has taught me, mother."

The expression of the elder scarlet turned stoic. Clenching her fists, she moved back and left the place. Grimacing, the younger shrugged and became busy again in scribbling the beautiful moment according to her imaginations.

Flashback:

The evening was falling on the earth slowly. Understanding that its job had already been over, the sun was preparing to bid farewell to the world and its dwellers. Beneath the Japanese apricot tree, a swing was swaying. Holding its ropes, the chocolate-haired princess of Japan was enjoying the soothing zephyr of the late afternoon. The branches were showering bubblegum florets on her. Without any crown, they were dressing her silky tresses. Her louts-feet were softly stroking the grass-covered ground.

Suddenly, she felt that the velocity of the oscillation was increasing. Someone was applying more force on the twines. Surprised, she looked back. Within no moment, her gazes lowered, having the sight of the dual-haired prince of Russia. Though she didn't want to admit, her heart leapt up in joy. Perhaps, the phoenix-prince understood it also. That's why, a smile rose all over his face too.

"Prince Kai," She stood up, leaving the swing, "You're here? At this moment? Don't you know that it's forbidden to meet each other before the wedding according to Russian rules?"

"I'm not in Russia at present," He replied, making her sit, gently pressing her shoulders, "What does Japan say about it?"

"Actually, there is no such prohibition here," Softly, she shook her head, beckoning him to sit beside her, "Girls are free to meet their fiancés before their weddings."

Approving her silent request, he took a sit on the cradle only for her sake. The ride gently swerved up and down in a semicircular way. Their hands clutched the ropes of it, they kept staring at each other. Seeing it, the apricot tree increased its speed of showering flowers upon them. Sliding another hand inside the pocket of his kimono pant, the phoenix-prince pulled out a rectangular metal box and kept it beside the brunette. Confused, the princess looked at him. Getting his nod and taking it, she opened it slowly.

Inside it, there was a pair of fish hook earrings, made of diamond, studded with crushed moonstones. Seeing them, her ruby orbs glowed in pleasure and satisfaction. Letting them hang from her ears, she gazed at him. His contented eyes said that she was looking beautiful with those jewelries though he didn't utter a single word.

"Thanks a lot, prince," She conversed, "I loved them so much."

"Glad you loved them."

Hilary remained quiet. On behalf of her, the breezes whispered in his ears. She felt his fingers softly brushing through her velvety hair. In coziness, her eyes went closed, her head slowly leaned on one of his broad shoulders. Leaving her strands, he encircled her pectoral girdles with his strong arm.

"Kai! Where are you?!"

Her meditation broke hearing someone screaming at the top of his lungs. The voice shattered the tranquil discreetness of the afternoon. She easily recognized the tone. The phoenix-prince faceplamed, gritting his teeth.

"Prince, your cousin is searching for you," Hilary coughed, "I think you should return to him."

"He'll stop doing it after a few moments," Kai smirked, "He knows of my bad habit of disappearing in unexpected ways."

"You've to give it up," The brunette winked, "A king has to..."

"I know," The Russian nodded, "But he has private moments too. He has the right to spend them."

"Hm," Hilary agreed, "I wish...every king of the world could be like you."

The phoenix-prince frowned, not understanding what she was wanting to say to him. Getting it, the princess clarified, "I mean...just think about the king of China once. How ruthless he is! He has dared destroy the field of one of our subjects. How'll the man who doesn't honor the nature respect women? How'll he who doesn't care of the sentiments and problems of the people of another kingdom look after his own subjects? I'm sure that the Chinese people suffer for their ruler. Poor they..."

She heaved a sigh, her clutch on the rope went tighter. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she gaped at her fiancé.

"The outcomes of sins are inevitable," He retorted, "Besides, my heart tells me that someone must be there who will end all their sorrows."

"You...think it too?" Hilary was surprised.

"Hn." The reply came. Hearing the loud calls of his cousin, the phoenix-prince understood that he was getting late. Leaving the swing, he stood up. Crossing his arms on his chest, he kept walking.

'Hmm...I might have told it to Hilary for comforting her,' The prince ruminated, 'But...is really someone there? Yes, in China, such a man must be present. Otherwise, the country will drown soon. Well...who will he be? How will he look? Will I meet him ever?'

'Since it's prince Kai's confidence, China will surely dodge her problems,' The brunette thought, 'His words can never go in vain. Oh lord, flower the kingdom once again.'

Flash forward:

"What?" The hyperactive American yelled, "After happening, you are telling me these things, Mariam?"

"Calm down, Max," The blunette patted his back, "Even I have known it recently from Julia."

"Julie, why didn't you tell us before?" The blonde frowned, "You know what could that nasty king of China do to my cousin if prince Hiwatari didn't reach there in time?"

"That's why I have informed him, Max," The Spaniard retorted, "I knew...I knew he could never be late. He will always protect Hilary from every danger. Well, he's like this. Calm, collected, yet, unstoppable, fierce. You should learn from him, Max."

"Maybe you're right," Huffing, Max nodded, "I should never have worried about Hilary. You know, though I'm her cousin, I still think about her future like his own brother. Actually, it's the good luck of a brother to see his sister with the most deserving man of the world."

"I wish I could have your luck too, Max," The male Spaniard dramatically heaved a sigh, "But it will be the misfortune of that man who'll marry my sister."

"Shut up, Raul!" Julia snapped as all in the room burst out laughter, "What do you know of my qualities, huh? I can turn the desert of any man into flowers."

"Yes, the flowers of the cactuses." Mariam rolled her eyes. Another storm of tittering passed across the room since the Spanish girl pouted.

"But one thing is sure," The youngest girl of the room stopped laughing, "Along with prince Hiwatari, the fate of sister Hilary has won the duel too."

"I second that, Charlotte," Julia furiously waggled her head, "Otherwise, that old wizard would have snatched our Hil from us! That uncivilized, crude, gross..."

"Language!"

Hearing the tone of the queen of Japan, all the young people in the room jolted and looked at the doorway. The expressions of the empress were worry-filled. Little by little, her husband stood behind her. As he kept a hand on her shoulder, she moved back.

"How could you be so careless, my lord?" Sayoko placed her hands on her waist, "And Hilary, you too! Prince Hiwatari came to meet you and you forgot to invite him for dinner?"

"Mother..." Sheepishly, the brunette stood up from her tool that was kept near the window, "He seemed to be in a hurry. That's why, I didn't tell him anything."

"Anyways," The mother looked at her husband, exhaling, "You have to invite him tomorrow for having lunch here with his cousin and sage Dickenson. Hilary, prepare everything."

Not giving her daughter a chance to speak something, the empress left the room along with the emperor, leaving her daughter surprised and wordless. Like a lifeless figurine, she didn't move a bit.

"Hil?" Nearing her, the Spaniard puckered her brows, "What happened? Are you alright?"

'I have to cook for him,' The brunette whispered, not paying any heed to her cousin, 'What should I make? What does he like to eat?'

"You're worrying without any reason, Hilary," The royal blue-haired girl patted her shoulders, "Your hands have magic. Whatever you cook is very delicious."

'Maybe...' The princess cogitated, 'But...there are differences between tastes and choices. I don't know what he prefers to eat.

Now...what do I do?'

"Dear Robert,

How are you? I hope you are fine by the grace of Almighty. Don't worry about me and Goldenia, we are alright too. Just your memories keep taunting me by days and at nights, leaving me sleepless and fidgety completely.

What do I do? You know...you know that I'm in love with you. I know that you also love me deeply. But Blackman, my father who is your step-uncle, ousted you from the castle. Robert, it's an injustice. He didn't do the right thing with you. According to the rules, you are the successor of the throne of Germany. For his greed for being the king, my father has done this with you. Oh, why should I have been born to him? Why, Robert, why?

Where are you, Robert? I'm missing you a lot. Please stay safe and be fine wherever you are.

Yours ever,

Silvia."

"Silvia!"

Hearing the call of her father, the silver-haired royal girl folded the paper and hid it under a book. Keeping the feather-pen inside the ink-pot, she left her seat. A half-bald man in his early fifties entered her chamber. His back-hair was gray. The crown was covering his hairless head. As she bowed to him, he smirked.

"Greetings, my girl," He asked, "What were you doing?"

"Nothing, father," Silvia negated, "I was just reading a book."

"Aw dear, stop doing these things," The king of Germany cackled, "Your marriage has been fixed with Boris Balkov, one of my best friends. Soon, you're going to be the queen of underground."

"But...he is married, father!" The princess tried to protest, "Why should I get married to him?"

"He is a man," The bald ruler rolled his eyes, "And a man can have a lot of shoes at a time, you know. If he comes of any royal clan, it also becomes important for him. So, stop complaining and prepare yourself. Sanguinex!"

Being summoned, a dual-haired half-human entered the room. Not even facing him properly, Blackman commanded, "Arrange my goblets with seven kinds of wines. Also inform the head courtesan to be present. Silvia, I'm going now. Stop fantasizing about that brat and learn to behave like a woman."

Not letting his daughter utter a single word, Blackman left the room. Nodding, Sanguinex was also about to leave but before that, he stopped, hearing the princess, "Wait!"

Taking the letter, the sliver-haired girl folded it into a scroll. Rushing to the Dracula, she handed it to him. Frowning, the slave expressed his confusion.

"Keep it safely and deliver it to Robert," Silvia pleaded, "I trust you as much as he does, Sanguinex."

"Don't worry, princess," He bowed, "I'm his reliable attendant. I will never betray him. I'll surely send your message to him."

"Thanks, Sanguinex." The princess smiled. Beaming back, the non-human stormed out. Breathing heavily, the girl treaded to her bed and sat on it, laying her palms.

'Robert...' Two droplets of tears rolled down on her cheeks, 'Please, be okay...'

My poem is your imagination,

Now, I cannot accept living with you,

I'll keep wanting you like this,

Until I'm breathing, it's a promise.

Sweetheart, I love you a lot.

I love you a lot...

So...how's it been? Have you recognized Blackman? xD

Do read and review. Pardon the grammatical and the spelling errors. Take care. Once again, a happy Eid Mubarak :'D

-Misty ^_^ ^_^