I Will Avoid The Death Flag [It's Published]
35. Dream Room

Viten blinked both of his eyes.

Whatisthis? No, what does this situation mean?

Viten was now in his magnificent room, the room he had occupied after being crowned King of Asher. Light luna silently scoured the window grille so that it became the only source of illumination in the dark room.

However, what Viten's vision saw through his red bead was blood. Soupy. Makes her feel nauseous after she looks at who the owner of the blood is.

The red blood poured from the wounds, flooding the marble floor, creating a tiny puddle on top of it. A few drops of blood even splashed onto the furry carpet and Viten's own clothes.

"Y-Your Majesty."

The voice called him weak, but it still did not stop Viten from continuing to slash the fruit knife on the pink hair owner's arm, carving a wound on the pale skin.

Viten seemed to lose control of his own body, but Viten still felt his body was his.

Although Viten has known for sure what the situation is, Viten still has difficulty stopping his movements that continue to carve bloody wounds on the skin of Serethy Matria by itself.

Is correct. Serethy Matria's. He was a prisoner of war, nothing more. So, for what reason did Viten persecute that innocent girl?

Once again, he scratched the fruit knife on Serethy's cheek. Those cheeks that seemed to be losing essence and the flesh of life were spitting out a thick blood, flowing, passing through the corners of the lips and dripping on the floor.

Tests. Tests.

The sound of blood dripping from each wound shouted the same thing: we were tormented. And begged Viten to stop whatever he was doing this time.

However, still, for Viten to lose control of his own body, to stop himself from carving the same wound on Serethy's skin was beyond his control.

"Get up, you little whore." Viten was surprised when he heard his own voice. It sounded cold, even Viten himself realized that the inserted tone was too frozen, as if it was not Viten uttering it.

Duk!

Viten's foot clad in boots kicked the poor girl.

Duk! Once more until the poor girl spewed blood from her mouth. Next, the girl coughed violently. A loud and painful sound in a quiet space, forming an echo.

"Your Majesty, please stop. It torments me, it hurts, it hurts, Your Majesty."

Viten stared at the girl lying helplessly as she made a weak voice, whimpering while holding back all the pain felt.

"Why are you doing this?" asked Serethy again, the tone score she was wearing shook faintly.

Jemari Viten moved again without Viten being able to control. The blood-covered fingers by the poor girl gripped her chin tightly. Red beads collide with glass-filled violets, ready to decay if not held back.

"Good question." Viten nodded in satisfaction. "You want to know why I'm doing this?"

The poor girl screamed as Viten pierced her shoulder, this time bleeding to the point of completely wetting the shabby dress she was wearing.

Viten pulled his knife, looked at the blood left in the knife with a psychopathic smile on his lips, then looked back at the owner of pink hair.

"Because you deserve it."

Viten could see tears sliding down his cheeks.

"Because you're weak, so you can't fight back. Because you are the spoiled former Princess Matria, so you need a lesson or two to learn. And most importantly, not for nineteen, no, now you are twenty years old. For twenty years of your life, have you had the amazing affection of those around you? Even the damn knight likes you, right? Isn't that enough for you?"

Serethy's violet bead looked at Viten as if questioning what was wrong about it. The plain serethy.

Viten removed Serethy's chin. "Did you know? I never got everything, Serethy. Even to beg for affection I can't. It's because I'm the poor Royal Family. The King's son is forced to become a flawless perfect puppet, until they forget that the man has a heart."

"Your Majesty. I don't know anything about it. But why did you vent everything on me?"

Viten grinning. Once again scraping the arm of Serethy with the same knife. "That's because you deserve it. Wouldn't it be unfair if you kept getting good things while I wasn't?"

A crisp laugh flowed in the quiet room.

"You're crazy."

Duk! Viten kicked the owner of pink hair.

"You're right, I'm crazy."

Once again, he deceived the knife to see the drops of red blood, flowing, dripping into the pool of blood on the marble tiles.

No one realized except for Viten himself, that the wounds carved by Viten on that pale skin, recovered by themselves in a slow duration of time.

...***...

Viten's massaging his forehead. The eye bags on the bottom of her eyes look thick and black.

This is because Viten always gets the same nightmare when he sleeps. The nightmare always shows that Viten hurt Serethy, over and over again. Then, the nonsensical conversation she had when she hurt Serethy was different every day. Sometimes we talk about how good Serethy was in the Kingdom of Matria, then we talk about Viten's past, and other sensitive things.

Viten also tells Serethy his secrets that Viten himself knows that they need to be kept until his heart stops beating. So, why did Viten and Serethy in his dream say the things that Viten wanted to pendam even though the reply was to die once?

Viten had the same dream for the past week. More precisely, when Clare finished being given a digression sentence.

Viten has also announced to the public that Alverro Cadeearo is a fugitive now. And whoever sent Alverro to the front of Viten will now get a decent reward.

So did the family members who had been killed by Alverro. Viten compensated every murdered family member - almost to the point of opposition from his co-workers.

"Your Majesty, you are not focused anymore" said his aide with a stack of working papers in his arms.

"Go."

The adjutant frowned. "Then, what about the job?"

Viten moved his fingers, driving away. The stubborn Viten could not have been forced so the adjutant with a disgruntled face late withdrew from the presence of Viten.

"Ah, you call the waiter here" said Viten before the aide completely disappeared from Viten's study.

"I will do it, Your Majesty." The adjutant lowered his head before closing the door.

Leaving Viten with his raging mind.

...***...

"Serethy." Viten put on a gentle smile as the owner of the pink hair finally revealed himself.

"You." Viten's bead stared at Sir Derick who was still trailing Serethy like a chick with its mother. "Stay ten feet away from us."

"Your Majesty, if I am ten meters away from the Princess, then how can I protect the Princess?" sir Derick replied with a light smile on his lips.

"You're getting more insolent."

"Thank you very much, Your Majesty."

"I don't praise you."

"That's it, Your Majesty," interrupted Serethy. "Let Sir Derick be by my side, Sir Derick will just stand here and won't disturb anything you want to talk to me about. Yeah, right, Sir Derick?"

Sir Derick nodded his head. "That's absolutely right, Princess."

Viten only sighed and did not say anything further.

For some reason, Viten felt more sensitive to the knight. In his dream, even Sir Derick was the guardian knight of Serethy.

Who fell in love with him.

It continued to shadow Viten, disturbing him on the sidelines of his busy life. Sending a strange sensation in his heart when he found out that the man was putting his heart on Serethy.

"So, Your Majesty. What do you want to talk to me about?" ask Serethy.

Viten shook her head slowly. His two hands then deftly poured the herbal-scented tea into the cup of Serethy tea.

"It's an honor for me because His Majesty poured me tea personally" Serethy said, then raised his teacup.

Viten observed Serethy sipping her tea with an elegant gesture. Serethy did so with great class and grace. Viten is captive again.

"So, Your Majesty. What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Who did I call you to talk to you about something?" ask Viten. He grabbed a light snack and presented it in front of Serethy.

Serethy stared at the small dish containing the snacks that Viten presented with a strange highlight.

"Then, why did His Majesty call me here? Isn't it every time you call me, there'll be something you want to talk about?"

"This time it's not so."

Viten took a look at the pretty face of Serethy. That face is so stunning. Viten almost equated angels with Serethy. Viten was amazed at the violet bead that seemed to bewitch Viten not to divert his gaze. On the cheek that did not lose the essence of life and looked blushing, looking elated. On the pink lips that Viten really wants to kiss stuff once.

Viten is grateful that the situation of Serethy is inversely proportional to the Serethy in his dream.

Although it was only a dream, Viten felt that it was real. It felt so real that it felt like Viten was almost desperate to lose control of his own body in the dream room.

"I'm calling you just to see my future wife" continued Viten gently, as soft as the clouds flew through the air, not quite to be confused with the title of crazy bastard.

Viten could not resist the rise of the lip curve when he saw a thin red spread on the white cheeks. Real pretty. Sweet.

Something inside Viten was stirring. This time he felt it. It was so annoying, but so fun.

Strange when Viten felt these two things at the same time.

"Your Majesty, are you seriously just looking to see me?" ask Serethy as if to make sure.

"true."

Viten glanced at Serethy's fingers, on his left finger, there was a violet-colored diamond ring, matching the color of his eyes. It was Viten's ridiculous proposal ring. Secretly regretting how Viten proposed to Serethy in a completely unromantic and memorable situation.

"All right, then."

The viten is then dissolved in a warm conversation. This is new for Viten. Never in his 27 years of life, Viten felt so excited by the explosive feeling of talking to someone.

The feeling is natural.

This feeling makes Viten who does not know the natural happiness in his life agenda, turning the cool figure of Viten into a gentle person. Even he felt that if he died now, Viten would die with a lump of happiness in his chest. And he won't regret it.

Viten increasingly realized that something that stuck in his chest cavity was the feeling of falling in love. And this is the first time, no, the second time that Viten feels the same way.

However, the first time and the second time feel different.

The feeling of falling for the first time was an experiment stating that he also had feelings. The second time is the true feeling of falling.

"The priest from the Sun Goddess Temple calls you."

Serethy turned his attention to Viten.

"Look, right. What did I say before? Your Majesty would definitely like to talk to me about something."

"But the part of me that wants to see you is true."

Viten saw that red hue again spread out. White skin makes the hue more contrast by showing a bright color.

"All right, Your Majesty." Serethy cleared a short throat. "Why did the priestess of the Sun Goddess Temple call me?"

"You're a saintess but it's just an unofficial title. So, the priestess of the Sun Goddess Temple wants to make you a saintess and give the title officially."

"All right, Your Majesty. I'll take the call."

"You sure? Now, everyone will know you're a saintess and could put pressure on you that you didn't expect, Serethy."

"Your Majesty underestimated me too much. I'm sure I can handle it."

Viten had high hopes for Serethy. That Serethy could become a worthy queen of her kingdom, also became someone that Viten could love until the end of her life.

Even so, the same nightmare still haunts Viten. It doesn't disappear like dust dragging in the wind. Still trailing, making Viten lose enough time to fall asleep.

It tortured.

...***...

New age gap between Serethy ama Viten quite far HAHAHA. Viten 27, while Serethy 19. Mmhm. What was I thinking about when I created the age of Viten?!