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Another thing: All the bit-beats of Blitzkrieg boys will have the suffixes of "Vio" and "Via" instead of "Borg", just to maintain the medieval touch. In this story, they'll generally come as sacred spirits. When the story will end (You know how it will end), they'll start residing in the bodies of a whale, a falcon, a snake and a wolf. Through propagations, their spirits will be transferred from generations to generations. Thus, in the main series, they'll reach the hands of the Blitzkrieg boys, thanks to the experiments of Boris Balkov (Yeah yeah, I know I've been crazy, but what to do? You've to deal with my craziness :P)
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Warning of this chapter: A drinking scene. Okay, get habituated with them. Again, I'm announcing: The author doesn't support drinking!
Okay, enough with my blabbering, enjoy this chapter! :D
The tents were like vigilant black samurais under the night sky claimed by the moon and the gem granules of the stars. They were standing on the ground shielded under the velvet carpet of grasses. Night-queens were blooming in the bushes like diamond pellets, spreading a good news all over the atmosphere along with their placatory fragrance. Birds were sleeping in their nests excluding the grumpy and round-eyed owls which were inspecting the court expanse. Torches tied to the trees were burning, enlightening the aura by fits and starts. So were the bowl-shaped furnaces in front of the pavilions with reddish-orange flame-crests. Guards in black and white tang-suits were standing in front of them with javelins in their hands.
Pushing the blue curtains of a tent, a green-eyed man in his early fifties came out. True happiness was gleaming from his face. Jade orbs were glowing with the ambiences of relief and assurance. Seeing him, all the soldiers bowed, tapping the ground with their spears.
"Make merry, everyone!" He blurted, "What are you waiting for? My daughter has been ready for her marriage! It's the time to celebrate!"
Bending his head, a black kimono-worn slave came to him with a round tray in his hand. On it, gold and silver coins were positioned in a scattering way. Taking it, he turned to the soldiers.
"Let them be distributed among all the guards!" He ordered.
Behind him, a scarlet-haired girl was standing. Her face was as bloodshot as her hair. Though her eyes couldn't be easily seen because of her lowered head and gazes, it could surely be said that anonymous ecstasy and exhilarating zeal were overflowing from them. She was very happy seeing the glee of her father but it wasn't superseding her own delight.
'Look, how excited your father is, Sal!' She mentally sneered, 'So are you, right? Why not? After all, prince Kane is the most well-mannered of all noblemen whom you have ever met, right? Why to worry?'
Suddenly, someone clasped her wrist from the inner tent and dragged her inside. Before understanding and protesting properly, she found the chubby woman who was hopping like a rabbit, yet, affecting the environment like a giant elephant. The surface beneath her feet trembled. The redhead felt that it was telling her, "Oh princess, please save my life!"
"Biyu!" Salima yelled, "Stop hurting mother earth!"
"You stop yelling at me, Sal!" The raven-haired lady squealed, "Can you ever imagine how happy I have become hearing the news of your wedding? My little sister-in-law is going to get married to prince Kane Yamashita, the most aristocratic nobleman of the East! I cannot be happier, my girl!"
Salima remained silent and blushed while the crown princess of China kept blabbering, "You know how lucky you are? Though the man who came to your groom-choosing ceremony was better..."
"Biyu?!" The redhead narrowed her eyes, "Cannot you still forget the incident?"
"Is it even forgettable, Sal?" She grimaced, making dreamy eyes, "How handsome, rough-and-tough the man was looking! Though he wasn't a prince, he wasn't looking less elegant than they. His tall posture, his abs, his eyes and that smirk which his lips wore after he had defeated Gordo-Sal, I can bet that he was born in a royal clan!"
"Shut up, sister-in-law!" Salima grouched, "Why are you praising that scoundrel before me knowing that my alliance has been fixed with prince Kane? Why on the earth are you even comparing that bastard with prince Kane?"
Gasping, the fat lady kept quiet. The red-haired princess kept languorously speaking, "At a side, how gentle and well-mannered prince Kane is! Such an alluring smile he owns. Besides, he's very caring. He surely knows how to win the heart of a girl."
Her mellowing expressions turned stoic. Her teeth were gritted and fists were clenched as she recalled the neko-jin.
"On the other hand," Salima hissed, "That brat! How did he dare enter my palace disguising as prince Yamashita? Then, he even entered the bathhouse of the women without having a tiny speck of embarrassment. How shameless he was! Yuck!"
"Speaking of which," Biyu curiously asked, "Did he touch you in...any offensive way?"
"How could he?" The princess rolled her eyes, "Don't you know that I've killed him?"
"Wha...what?" The blue eyes of the crown princess went widened in shock. Grasping her veil tightly, she squeaked, "You...killed him?"
"Why not?" Salima grimaced, "Do you think that moron was worthy of living after what he had done with me, father and prince Yamashita?"
"But...you...really killed him?" Biyu gulped, "Seriously?"
"Yes," She furiously nodded, "And you know what happened then?"
"What?"
"He became a ghost..." Salima's tone was spooky as she tried to grasp something invisible in the air.
"Huh?"
"Hmm..." The redhead scrunched her nose, "Don't you know what happens to those who die abnormally? They become ghosts!"
"Oh no!" Biyu screamed, "What the hell have you done?"
"And the dissatisfied spirits keep hovering around the world for attaining contentment." Heavy her voice was as she winked at her blonde brother who was hiding behind the curtains. Getting gestured, Jim tiptoed in the room and blew off all the lamps. As the room became totally dark, done with his job, he came out, not letting anyone notice him or his footsteps.
"Aaa!" Clutching her head, the raven-haired lady slumped on the floor. Her face turned as pale as a paper in fear.
"Shit!" Salima bit her tongue, "Looks like his ghost has already started its work."
"Hah?"
"Besides, I have also heard that ghosts love to eat those who are chubby!" Salima's eyes danced, "But you don't worry, sister-in-law. You're so pretty!"
"Aaaaah!" Screaming, the plump woman sprung and stood up on her feet. Then, pressing her palms against her ears, she ran off.
"Hahaha!" Clasping her stomach, the redhead started rolling down on the carpeted floor. Never had she become so amused in her life. The sight of the scared face of her sister-in-law was the most pleasurable object to her at that moment. Her cheeks pained but she didn't cease laughing.
"Salima! My child!"
Hearing the pitch of her most favorite person on the earth, the garnet-haired girl rushed to the opening. There was he standing, the mighty emperor of China with a bright smile all over his face. Caressing the head of his daughter, he put off a bangle-bracelet from his left wrist. Made of pure gold, it was broad and adorned with aquamarines. Even in the darkness, the gems were shimmering, trying to fulfill the scarcity of enough light in the room and being partially successful in that.
"My girl, I'm so glad today," He gently squeezed the shoulders of his daughter, "Today, you have given me the greatest delight of this world."
He encircled the bracelet around the milky, tender wrist of the Chinese princess, totally failing to recall the fact that before a few days, he had clasped the similar wrist of a different girl having the age of his daughter and pulled her lustfully towards him.
"What's it, father?" She frowned, "You have never kept it far from yourself because you have told me that it changed your fortune. Then..."
"Shush!" Lovingly, the father kept a hand on her right cheek, "If there's something...no no, someone auspicious for me in this world, it's you, my daughter. When you'll remain far from me, this bracelet will protect you, being your safeguard. Princess, prince Yamashita will give you all the pleasures of the world. Yet, if my memories peep at your brain, just have a glance of it and know that your father will always remain right by your side. His love will never diminish for you a bit."
Hearing her father, her gorgeous onyx orbs started brimming with tears. She let out a silent sob, hugging the monster, yet, to her, the best father of the world gently, letting herself be swathed in his embrace.
"Father," She sniffed, "This will always be with me. No matter what happens, I'll never let it be away from me. I promise."
The corner was lidded with darkness which was fighting against the conflagrations of the tapers around the tents. Usually, people didn't come to that corner. That's why, the neko-jin considered it to be the best place to meet his well-wishers. His amber eyes watched the slaves and maids carrying the platters of foods, drinks, cloths and jewelries to different pavilions. Nobody was even glancing at the crook properly. Sighing in relief, he wrapped a white shawl around his shoulders for interring himself from the rest of the world. Covering his lower face, he progressed.
No sooner had he left the place than two soldiers of the battalion of Latin America noticed the edge of the white cloak. Behind it, the bare feet of the neko-jin could be seen. Glowering, they exchanged doubtful and curious looks with each other.
"I've seen a soldier going out just now," One of them said, "Something must be fishy with him."
"Let's check where he is going." Another proposed. Nodding, they both trailed the raven-haired.
Across the backs of the tents, the neko-jin was striding diagonally to get out of the area. Little did he know that he was being followed. His focus was only on meeting his master and getting him informed about the updates that he had collected. Suddenly, he stopped. He felt someone was coming behind him. Pondering, he turned back but before it, his followers had hidden in the arrears of another bivouac. The eyes of the neko-jin scrunched a bit. Shrugging, he kept treading.
Crossing the threshold of the camp area, he reached a jungle. Because of the light gusts of air, the leaves of the birch trees were boogying. Huddling, they were standing by one another's sides just like reliable comrades. Due to the blazes which also exited the area with him, they were looking eerie. Viewing here and there, the neko-jin removed the cover from his face. Staring above, he croaked like a cock.
"Cook-coo! Cook-coo!"
Keeping his feet at the niches of the branches of a tree, the bald man descended on the earth. His hairless head couldn't be seen, thanks to a pointed bamboo hat. Fake beards and mustaches were attached to his chin and lower nose. With steady steps, he approached the neko-jin.
"Greetings, master," Ray bowed, "According to our plans, I have already started influencing the Chinese soldiers of the Latin American battalion."
"Great," The teacher remarked, "Any other news?"
"Yes," The student nodded, "Master, as the replies to the invitation letters sent by king Yamashita, the kings of different kingdoms are present here with their families. Besides, Zagart hasn't left yet."
"He hasn't left yet?" Tao cocked an eyebrow, "You couldn't get a chance to kill him? Why?"
"Here, with the camp of the Brazilians, the tents of other kingdoms have been set too," Ray replied, "It's too difficult for me to penetrate the heavy defense. Besides, I don't want lady Frankie to know my goal. Otherwise, she mayn't teach me the warfare of Latin America."
Suddenly, hearing some crackly noises from a bush, they looked at it. Their orbs were amplified. They understood what was happening there. Immediately, rotating his head, Tao gestured his learner to get to his job. Understanding the signal, Ray caught one of the hands of his master. Revolving him, he grasped his body. With another hand, he pressed a dagger at his throat. Seeing the scene, both the followers came out from the shrubberies.
"I'm a trustworthy soldier of the battalion of lord Douglas!" The neko-jin blurted, "I won't listen to a single word against my lord and his troopers!"
"No matter what happens," The great master started pretending to scuffle against the raven-haired, "These Brazilians have to leave the surface of mother China! We will kill every single member of them like smashing the ants!"
Not saying another word, the student brutally shoved his mentor towards the ground, "He is trying to conspire against us! Let him be taken to our lord and punished as severely as possible!"
Waggling, the soldiers came to him and picked him up. Almost making the rebel slide against the ground, they were heading towards the tent of their master.
The neko-jin was ready. Hardly had they turned back when he popped out his stiletto. Advancing to one of them, he strangled his neck with one of his arms and jabbed it deep into his spine. Getting a perfect opportunity, Tao untucked his sword and probed it at the stomach of another. Their lifeless bodies thudded against mother earth. Completing his task, the raven victoriously smirked at his master.
"Go back to your tent, Ray," Tao ordered, "I'll check them."
"Sure, Master." Bowing once, the disguised soldier ran back to the camp area. Glimpsing at his trajectories, the bald man ruminated, before dragging the corpses behind a bush, 'In this way, we'll drive every Brazilian out of our country!'
Blustery flurries were hovering like restless spirits around the camp area, making the blazes of the torches shiver. Severing all the bonds with their origins, the flowers and weak leaves were falling on the ground. The ones who didn't leave the trees were unstably shaking, so were the lavender tresses of the Brazilian who was standing alone in front of her tent. She felt that the streams of the wind weren't consoling or comforting her. Rather, they were mocking her. They were teasing her. In her ears, they were secretively whispering, 'You will never be able to successful in love. Never! Hahahahaha!'
Once the environment went empty, the prince of Hong Kong gently approached the princess. Shy, she turned away her face from him. Folding her lips inward, she smiled as he entwined her wrist in his fingers. She felt it to be melting.
"Princess Salima..." He whispered, "Don't you have any objection against the decision of our fathers?"
"When everything has been fixed..." She murmured which reached his ears, "Why're you addressing me with my rank? You can...simply call me by my name."
"Your stomach digested the raspberries that I gave you," Kane grinned, "Then, why is your face showing their color?"
"Maybe, they have digested something else..." Salima wanted to go off but again, holding her hand, the blunette twirled her. Her paws landed on his well-built chest as his arms got wrapped around her slender body. Her black diamonds unleashed all the mysteries which had been concealed there. His azures accepted them wholeheartedly.
She sniveled bitterly, biting her lips so that nobody could hear her crying. His sights, his words were recurrently visiting her neurons and worsening the pain of her core.
"Good morning, lady Frankie," He greeted, "Hope you're alright."
"I'm okay, prince Yamashita," The lavender-haired girl smiled, "But what are you doing here? Isn't your coronation ceremony going to take place?"
"Yes, it is," Kane nodded, "Actually, I was waiting here for someone."
"Oh, I see..." Frankie's purple orbs swayed, "Someone special?"
"Yeah," The prince acknowledged, "Definitely, she's precious. A beautiful, gorgeous Goddess who has spread loveliness and peace throughout my kingdom. Though she has already claimed the throne of my heart, I have to offer her to have the power of the future queen of Hong Kong."
"She's before you, prince..." Frankie lowered her head.
"Huh?" Kane gasped, puckering his eyebrows.
"I mean...she's around you," The Brazilian cleared her throat, biting her tongue, "Search for her, with the passage of time, you'll be able to find her. Don't worry."
"Right you are, lady Frankie," Kane's ocean-blue eyes turned quite dreamy, "Soon, she'll be mine and I'll be hers."
"But before that, you have to make yourself ready for her," The lavender-haired girl winked, "Go and have a bath. The guests won't love their king to be so late."
"Okay then," Kane beamed, "Lady Frankie, I have to go now. See you later."
"See you too, prince Yamashita."
Both the Brazilian and the Asian went in opposite directions. But their feelings were mutual. They both were dancing in the tunes of love. Powdered rose petals were brushing their cheeks. Their gazes were filled with so many untold and unheard emotions that they could shower like the streams from mountains anytime. Their feet were going ahead but their hearts were lagging behind.
"Aaaaah!"
How beautiful was this dream world?
And how colorful was it?
The dream world that supposedly existed,
But was found nowhere.
When my dreams shattered,
When my eyes fell open,
When I came back, sensed,
I saw, I learnt,
The one that had come,
Filled in my sight, dwelled in my heart,
Has already gone away...
She screamed, feeling that someone was stabbing countless knives right at her heart. In harsh pain, the tears hidden in her eyes exploded, drenching her cheeks. Rains started inside her before its arrival in the nature.
"Brazilians aren't weak! They are strong!"
Being invisible, as someone told her those words, she quickly wiped her tears. Gnawing her grips, she turned and pulled her feet in a known direction.
It's now or never!
"Splaaaat!"
From a metal kettle, a semi-translucent, cherry fluid was percolating inside a crystal goblet. They were held in the hands of a royal blunette. Looking at the liquid, he was smirking. His ocean-blue orbs were filled with all the musement of the three worlds. Nobody was in his room then. He was alone there, making merry and celebrating his love. Under the antler chandeliers and gem-studded lamp-stands, the room was gorgeously glimmering, so was his heart with the sensations of love and victory. To the rest of the world, the liquid was profane. To him, it was something more than pure. Taking a sip of that honey-looking hemlock, he grinned.
To him, the night seemed sleepless, ageless, bathed in the juice of the succulent grapes of Iran. Her beautiful face was rising bit by bit in the mirror of his memories. For her honor, he would drink more today. Nobody could stop him.
The priest says drinking is a sin,
But what to do? It's written on my horoscope.
No one is a true friend here,
The wine-bearer is only the hope.
Wine makes me feel like a king,
Singing is not my forte, yet, I'll sing.
So what if the tempo and tunes are beyond me?
Overlook such tiny failings.
"Now she's mine!" He completed a round, "With her by my side, I can outshine the entire world!"
Raising his face, he screwed his eyebrows as he saw a familiar feminine figure in front of his open pavilion. Standing up, he went there with wobbly footsteps. Slowly, the girl trudged in his room. The prince of Hong Kong identified her easily. Smiling, he welcomed her.
"Greetings, lady Frankie," He bowed, "How can I be proven useful to you?"
"Kane!" She rushed towards him. Without warning the prince, she enfolded his torso in her slim arms protectively, in a snug way. Instantly, the prince reddened. Biting his lips, he looked down.
"I love you, prince Kane!" Removing all the fears and tensions from her heart, filling it with candor, she frankly confessed, "I cannot live without you!"
"Lady Frankie..."
Whispering, gently, the prince separated her from himself. Still, the lavenderette didn't remove her gazes from his face. Without blinking, she was gaping at him. Her amethyst orbs were filled with a lot of requests. Though she was rich, she came here like a beggar. She was hoping that the donor wouldn't make her return with bare hands.
"I can understand how you are feeling at this moment," Kane started, "But please, try to learn the truth. Like you, I'm also in love-but with someone else. Maybe, I love her way more than you love me. I am extremely sorry, my lady, but I cannot keep any relation with you."
Blankly, the girl kept staring at the prince. All the feelings from her heart were turning into vapors little by little. The prince continued, "Besides, my parents have also decided to get me married to the person whom I love the most. If I accept your proposal, can you ever think what will happen? Won't she feel bad? What will her parents think? What about me? Won't the heads of my parents remain stooped before them always? What would you do if you were in my shoes, my lady?"
"Thud!"
The prince of Hong Kong turned his face away after the Brazilian's palm had fallen on his right cheek. Not satisfied, she thrusted him towards a pillar with sheer force.
"Shut up your nonsenses!" She bellowed, "You...you love someone else? Then why did you accept my invitation to meet me at that night on that day? Why did you show your moods for me rolling my letter in the women's chamber? I have heard everything which you spoke to Salima! If you love her so much, why did you raise the hopes in my heart then? Didn't you feel ashamed playing with my feelings?"
"Please control yourself..." Kane was about to place his hands on her shoulders comfortingly but before that, the Latina jostled them off.
"Stay away from me!" With her index finger, she steered at him, "I won't believe you anymore!"
That made the blood of his body reach his brain, getting it bubbled. Never had anyone, at least not a girl, insulted him in this way in his life coming inside his own room. He clasped his jaw and tightened his fingers. Flames rose in his azure orbs.
"You're ordering me to stay away?" He kicked at the table. From it, the chalice and the wine-jug fell on the floor. The red liquid splattered all over the carpet from the kettle. Colliding with the ground, the goblet clinked. But the prince didn't seem to notice it at all. The girl gasped seeing it, creating a distance between them.
"Who the hell are you?" Kane spat, returning the tight slap, "What's your eligibility? Are you any queen? Any princess? No, not at all! You're the daughter of the chief commander of Brazil who works under the king! You're the offspring of a mere servant of Brazil! Then why do you have so much pride?"
The lavender-haired girl kept staring at the blunette with her round amethyst orbs for a few moments, pressing her right cheek with one of her hands and trying to grasp the smooth wall with another. She forgot to blink. She couldn't remember where she was. She could not recognize who was in front of her at that moment. Did she love him? Had she loved him once upon a time? When?
"Through your veins, the blood of a servant is flowing," He didn't stop, "That's why, you have had the audacity of applying bad words against the soon-to-be son-in-law of China! If you are craving so much for my love, it means I'm not your first love. Before it, you must have had affairs with so many people. Is there any reason for which I should marry you? Is there?"
In humiliation, the face of the lilac-haired girl turned bloodshot. She didn't have the power of uttering any word. Like a captivated and lost lady, she kept standing in front of him.
"Salima has too many reasons to get married to me!" Kane announced proudly, "She's the princess of China. She's the beloved daughter of a mighty emperor in whose fear the whole world shivers! At last not at least, she's an Asian lady. An Asian lady keeps loving and being loyal to her husband, let the world turn against him! Not like you who slapped her own lover! I'm the son of a king, Frankie! A son of a king must always be married to the daughter of an emperor, not to the daughter of a commander who can easily be outshone by a mere soldier of China!"
"Kane..." She murmured with arid eyes. Her tears had already turned into vapors.
"Stop calling me by uttering my name! I have a rank!" The blue-haired young-man raised his index finger at her, "Besides, you're a Brazilian. You're none but one of the enemies of China and Hong Kong. I haven't morally been so degraded that I have to end the honor of traditional Chinese people by marrying a Latin American. You're ominous for our kingdom and her future! Whereas, princess Salima herself is the good fortune. Why should I destroy the hopes of my subjects and my own life by marrying you? I would rather jump into a well! Once I marry princess Salima, I'll be the emperor of China. Then, I'll kick all you guys out of my motherland! Thus, my mother, my kingdom will get peace. She'll be relieved!"
"Enough!" The Brazilian stretched her palm which'd been on her cheek before a while, "I'm silent but it doesn't mean that you'll keep humiliating me and I'll keep listening to you wordlessly without protesting! You have so pride in yourself, don't you? So proud you are, being the crown-prince of Hong-Kong and pretending to be a patriot, aren't you? Then, listen to this Frankie too! She'll get you and your kingdom doomed! She'll surely take her revenge."
Tears detonated from her eyes. Yet, she didn't stop:
"Only because I'm a non-Chinese, you've rejected me. I swear by Lady Hippolyta who rules the Amazon! With the assistance of a patriot Chinese, I'll defeat you. I'll destroy you completely. You'll be surprised but you won't be able to utter a single word when you'll get to see the Chinese with me. Now, a man of China, a patriot will help me! Then you'll realize the hypnotizing power of a Latin American!"
Not giving him a chance to speak, she stormed off, crossing the threshold of the room.
Outside, it had already started raining cats and dogs. The droplets of the condensed clouds were smiting the tin-made roofs of some huts, creating splattering tones. The blobs hurt her skin just like jabbing needles. She felt as if the sky had been launching arrows at her. Her white dress got completely drenched, clinging to her skin and revealing her hourglass figure shamelessly but she didn't care. To her, nothing else was as embarrassing as the words and actions of the man whom she had loved more than her own life. The cold gusts of wind slammed on her body, making her shiver. She didn't go back to her tent. She didn't have the courage, the honor to do that.
Pressing her mouth firmly, she sobbed painfully. Each moan of her was almost severing her vocal cord. Mixing with the raindrops, pearl tears seeped from her ogles. Above her head, thunder stroke, creating a loud boom. It was dangerous for her to be in the open field. She didn't bother a bit about that. She'd already been lifeless. His words, his bitter comments had already made her heartbeats stop. Why to fear anymore?
"You shouldn't have been here at this moment, my lady." Someone warned, standing behind a tree. In the darkness, only his manly figure could be seen by the heartbroken Brazilian.
"At this time, the people from many kingdoms are present here," He continued, "If anyone from them gets to see you in front of the chamber of prince Yamashita in this condition, rumors will spread."
"Who...who are you?" Frankie asked, her voice seemed fatigued.
Not answering, the raven-haired neko-jin stood in front of her, with a shawl in his hands. Seeing him, the girl quickly wiped her tears.
"I'm your soldier," He replied, "You yourself have admitted me in your battalion, remember?"
"He...he has rejected me..." She lamented, "The one whom I loved more than my own life has neglected me."
"I would like to request you to do one thing, my lady," Ray neared her, "Cry now as much as you want. But later, don't show your tears to anyone. Most of the people in this world are heartless. Seeing you shedding your tears, they will laugh at you. Actually, you have no fault at what happened with you. All the faults belong to love. It makes people weak. If you want to win in your life, my lady, please, don't ever let yourself be defeated by love."
"I...I..." Frankie panted, "I trusted him...more than I believed myself. Never...never did I think that everything in my world will be destroyed during a single night!"
"Please, don't blame yourself, lady Frankie," The neko-jin kept a hand on her shoulder, "Today, your love has transformed into hatred. Tomorrow, you have to turn your hatred into your strength and apply it."
Looking here and there, the man found nobody else in the area. Sighing in relief, he spoke, "Come with me, my lady. Let me leave you safely to your tent."
Unfolding the shawl, the neko-jin spread it all over her shoulders and face. At this, the girl looked at him with hesitations and unuttered questions.
"In this way," He understood, "Nobody will be able to recognize you. You're safe with me. Come."
The raven-haired Chinese gestured to Brazilian to advance. Nodding and smiling a bit, she pulled her feet, glancing back at the pavilion of the prince of Hong Kong once.
"Frankie!"
The lavender-haired girl was sitting idly on her couch. Seeing the cheerful scarlet-haired princess entering her chamber, she stood up. Silently commanding all the maids to leave the place, the Brazilian approached the Chinese. The latter was holding a rectangular tray. On it, another gorgeous qipao along with some gem-studded golden jewelries was placed. Keeping it on the nearest table, she moved to her friend.
"Where were you at the last night, huh?" Salima asked, "Do you know for how long I was searching for you? You love Chinese outfits, don't you? That's why, I have brought them for you. How are they?"
The Latin American didn't utter a single word. She was as quiet as a statue. The effects of the last night didn't become wiped away from her memories still. Dark circles could be seen beneath her bloodshot eyes. Her cheeks were swollen and red.
"By the way, where did you go after the coronation ceremony of prince Kane?" The Chinese questioned, "I couldn't see you there anymore."
"Actually, I was feeling ill." Frankie replied with no sign of emotion in her voice.
"What?" Salima titled a brow, "Oh my goodness! What happened to you? Why didn't you inform me? I could send the royal physician to you? Are you alright?"
"Don't worry about me, Sal," Turning to her, the Latina placed her hands on her shoulders, "Worrying about the daughter of a servant doesn't suit a princess at all."
"Are you crazy?" The redhead frowned, "What the hell are you saying? At this moment, I'm your friend, not any princess."
"Oh yes," Sarcastically, Frankie nodded, "How can you be a princess from now onwards? After all, you're going to get married to the crown prince of Hong Kong. Soon, you'll be an empress. Prince Kane and princess Salima-how lovely this pairing is! You must be very happy, mustn't you?"
"Why shouldn't I, Frankie?" Salima showed the flashy grin of her thirty-two teeth, "After all, prince Kane is such a nice person. We're childhood friends. He has already promised me that..."
"...That he will not love anybody else except you and you'll be the first and the last in his life, right?" Frankie finished the incomplete sentence of her friend.
"How have you known it, Frankie?" The princess of China puckered her brows, "You weren't present there as much as I can remember."
"I wasn't there but I know that he told you something like it," The Brazilian grimaced, "Because all men in the world say the same thing to their women. All are same."
"Yes," The innocent princess didn't get a single sign about the storm which had ravaged the heart of her friend, "No matter we girls apply various words for them, actually, they aren't different from one another. Just like you wanted to be the first and I wanted nobody to come after me. Look, the same thing is happening!"
"You were right, Sal," Frankie sighed, "Actually, being the first doesn't matter at all. It's necessary that nobody should come following you. I'm so happy seeing you pleased, my friend. Never mind, but I wanna rest for a while."
"Sure, Frank," Salima smiled, "If you need something, don't hesitate to tell me, okay? Also let me know how the gifts have been. Bye!"
As the redhead left the room, the lavender-haired girl lifted the platter from the table. Then, she tossed it mercilessly on the ground. All the jewelries and dresses scattered there. Not minding, she brought an oil lamp. Pouring all the oil on the garments and ornaments, she dropped it on them. Fire caught them immediately, turning the royal stuffs into cinders. Yet, she didn't feel contented. She wanted some more things to make them ashes.
Actually, some more persons.
Everyone of both the families was sitting in the courtroom surrounding a mandala artwork on the carpet-covered floor, including the boy and the girl. The elders were discussing with one another about the marriage. The scholars and sages were reading some scriptures and the horoscopes of the groom and the bride. Meanwhile, the chubby woman poked at the arm of her sister-in-law.
"What happened, Biyu?" Salima stroked her arm, "Why have you done it?"
"Look at your soon-to-be husband once," Biyu pointed at the blunette whose eyes weren't moving away from the redhead, "How lovingly he is gazing at you! He's seeming as if he married you right now! Impatience is showering from his eyes; cannot you see?"
Looking at him, Salima screwed her nose and snickered, getting him reddened. Seeing it, Biyu whispered, "Hey, are you shameless? Instead of blushing, you're mocking him?"
"Maybe I love him but I haven't forgotten the fact that he's my childhood friend before being my lover," The princess sneered, "I'll keep taunting him for the rest of his life in this way. Hmph!"
"Oh, have mercy on his poor soul, Sal," The crown princess chortled, "Now, I'm remembering the days before my own marriage. You know, Sal, these days are the most memorable ones of her life for a girl. Your brother and I used to meet in a pomegranate orchard. One day, he came there disguising himself. I couldn't recognize him. That's why, I thrashed him fulfilling the desires of my heart."
"Seriously?"
"Yes," Biyu furiously nodded, "Look, he's still watching you!"
The princess couldn't mock her fiancé anymore. In shyness, she also stooped her face, smiling once.
"After studying and analyzing a lot..." A priest announced, "Pardon me, but I couldn't find any auspicious moment for their marriage in this year."
"What?" Everyone stood up from respective seats. Their eyes were widened and jaws were dropped.
"He's speaking the truth," Another waggled his head up and down, "If they marry each other in this year, possibly, it will bring havocs in their lives..."
The brightened face of the prince of Hong Kong dimmed within no moment. Salima gave him a sympathetic look, biting her inner lips and pouting.
"Don't need to worry," The king of Hong Kong tried to lighten the situation, "They'll remain engaged to each other till the end of this year."
Yet, the words of his father couldn't melt the prince. Seeing it, Biyu again murmured, "How restless he is looking! Let alone a year, I don't think he'll be able to wait for a single month!"
"Ugh, Biyu!" Salima felt annoyed, "Please, stop discussing on this topic!"
"We want the ceremonies to be held in China, king Yamashita," Zagart offered, "We have enjoyed your hospitality here. Now, it's our time for the payback."
"Why not?" Kane's father concurred in agreement, "Sure!"
The future groom and his bride exchanged stealthy stares with each other, smiling. The crown princess of China was right. The days before the planned wedding are the best, carrying the most memorable moments for the lovers.
If the wedding takes place without obstructions and problems...
Hehehe...how was it? Good or bad?
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-Misty ^_^