IVORY
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King Harllotte Geogini stood with both arms tethered behind his back, looking freely at the vast expanse of the meadow behind the main palace. The vast marble tiled balcony feels so pleasant to be a place to talk in the afternoon while being buffeted by the wind blowing a little cold from the mountains of glaciers.

“Mrs Maria told me, if Ivory's daughter was close to finishing her lesson.”

Prince Grey was silent with no response. He prefers to look straight at some cows that are left free to eat the grass there.

“How are your relationships? Have you had any developments?” asked the King, who this time managed to attract the attention of his grandson who did have a slightly cold disposition. Just like the late son just wayangnya first. “I can't wait to pin the crown on her head, and she becomes the daughter of the Grey prince Yohansen Geogini.” she jokes, trying to make a stiff joke, so that Grey's flat face turns expression into more pleasant, more pleasant, and more, not cold or even more visible, sour.

“We are fine. You don't have to worry.”

The king smiled sincerely. She thought Ivory was good at carrying herself. Evidently, lately the atmosphere of the palace became more alive because of his behavior that sometimes makes some guards or palace ladies hassles. Given that, the king so back sucked on his old memories with his wife first. Although Ivory is much more active, and the way is unique. The king was happy, he instead hoped that the atmosphere of the palace was not as boring as before.

“She's a good girl. Grandfather so remember your late grandmother first.” continued King Harllotte with a smile expands wider on her wrinkled face. “Then, your grandmother also made the atmosphere of the palace fun. Although the way is different with Ivory.”'s daughter

Grey only silently watched the radiant face of the grandfather as he recalled the past that seemed pleasant.

“Then, grandfather also did not love your grandmother at all.” Grey displeased. Usually the grandfather will invite him to talk about politics, bilateral relations, or some tricks of war if suddenly their kingdom is sabotaged by the enemy. But today, he was called to listen to past stories that his grandfather thought would have been a lot of fun to remember. Grey could actually see the happy twinkle in his grandfather's chains. “Sama is also like you who do not love Ivory's daughter.”

If it had fallen like this, all Grey could do was enjoy every pain, or even a wound that accidentally scratched one part of him.

“Grandfather can see from the way you look at princesses. You don't like his presence very much, do you?”

Ja. His grandfather was not wrong at all. But, little by little, those feelings seemed to change out of habit. Ivory habit that makes him careless, Ivory habit that often makes him almost suffer from heart disease because of blood pressure is always increasing, and one other habit, Ivory always presents a typical sincere smile, which is typical, pure as a child who can never lie. Grey likes the way Ivory smiles. So beautiful.

“Grandfather is not wrong in this.” replied Grey, covering up and denying anything that lately he always tepis. About her being slowly able to accept Ivory's presence, though a little forced.

“Try to accept him as he is. Then all your bad taste will turn into a sense of admiration.” said the King gave a commentary from past experiences.

Grey pulled the corner of his lips stiff. He even let out a faint sigh when he wanted to reject the advice given by the grandfather.

“I will try it, someday.”

The statement made King Harllotte look over. Looking for the selfishness of the grandson.

“Why one day? Not now?”

Grey is back. There was no reason he wanted to be clear that might be widened and have no end to carry another name in their conversation.

Then, in the next second, the king of Harllotte found the answer that the grandson was trying to hide.

“Because of princess Dayana?”

Grey was so close to denying. But he still chose to remain silent while waiting for the king Harllotte to speak again.

“Yohan, grandfather deliberately held the competition, so you can forget Yana by being with other girls that you can make a wife. Not Dayana. She's your family.”

Alright. This was a little painful, but Grey did not respond to the king and looked down at his palm which was tightly grasping the iron fence forming a curling ornament as a balcony divider.

“Kakek hope you forget Dayana.”

“Yohan can't, kek.”

“Why?”

King Harllotte was holding back the sudden surge of anger that was bubbling up burning her heart and mind.

“Yohan loves him. She was Yohan's first love and is still her first to this day. Yohan did not want to move to another heart, let alone the daughter of Ivory.”

...***...

Ivory walked through the long palace hallway and seemed to have no end. He intended to leave here before the king saw Harllotte and invited her to join together to enjoy the pain of the afternoon view on the balcony of the beautiful main palace.

Ivory even smiled as she subconsciously heard their conversation. King Harllotte and Prince Grey. The two of them talk that he should never have heard.

She was Yohan's first love and is still her first to this day. Yohan did not want to move to another heart, let alone Ivory's daughter.

Those words, like a dagger that was glued right in the chest cavity. Ivory swung her walking leg into a bouncing motion, her right and left legs alternating, cheerful, like without weight. Better so, then he will be able to survive long here. Life was assured and there was no lack of one whatsoever, although he had to make up for all of that with himself, the happiness he so desired despite not being in the palace.

Until he reached the end of the hallway, then prepare to go down the stairs one by one. But a lighter and sweeter voice from Grey greeted to make him surprised and turned to the source of the sound.

“Hai miss. Who are you?”

Ivory's. This man's face is no stranger. He had seen it, but somewhere, he could not remember.

Ivory turned her gaze along the passageway, and looked back at a young man who had a body almost as tall as the Grey prince. Their faces also have a slight resemblance, in the lips, eyes, and jaw. Yep. That's how the details are. Ivory does not deny that she began memorizing the features of the Grey prince's face during his nearly two months of residence in the palace.

“I?” ivory asked, pointing at herself with a face too plain and silly, making the owner of the curls laugh at her.

“Ah, you are very funny.”

Only this afternoon did she hear one compliment from the palace dwellers, of course other than Fucia who never tired of praising her beauty. The name Fucia was called, suddenly, Ivory so remembered to his friend.

“Sorry.” said Ivory, then ran down the stairs without intending to turn his head back, where the man he did not know his name was.

Not getting an answer, but getting curious. Commander Junot shook his head a few times and smiled as he began to shackle the charm of the mysterious girl.

“Who is he? Is he the new member of the palace?”

Junot really doesn't know about Ivory. He had just returned from his duty to defend the truth, to unite the warring territories, and to keep the peace in the overseas kingdom, which he occupied for almost a year.

The knee-high leather boots that wrapped the foot were back on the step. He was headed to a place he missed so much . A figure that would welcome and give him a warm embrace that he had never felt since opening his eyes and suddenly bringing him to know the world.

Junot himself was a warlord who never failed to bring victory. He was so respected and feared by some of the great kingdoms outside Geogini. And yes, he was also friends with the Grey prince.

The open door he just passed by. His smile widened when he found a back that was once so wide and looks sturdy when he was half a century old, a figure he greatly respects, and a figure he already considers as his parents.

“Good afternoon, your majesty.” said, pitched a little high, and made Grey also turn his head, just like the king did.

“Jun. You're back?”

Junot nodded in response, then he sped up his pace and hugged longingly at the king. Then reached out his hand as he stood in front of the Grey prince.

Don't assume their relationship is okay. Grey and Junot have different visions and missions. Especially in terms of romance.

“For a long time did not meet you, prince.”

Grey did not return Junot's hand. He was so sick of knowing his rival had Dayana back from her job. That means, he has to work extra to keep the girl who is considered an absolute milihanya. However, a tanga sentence that Junot triggered after he ignored became something that now makes Grey feel uncomfortable.

“Yes majesty, I met a girl in the hallway earlier.”

“Oh gosh. How could I forget Ivory's daughter? Though I invited him to come and join here.”

“Princess Ivory?” junot asked, still unable to properly digest the situation.

“Yes. Ivories. My wife-to-be.” []

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