IVORY
Ivory, error, and apology.

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...The pity that was betrothed....

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Sometimes life has to be fought hard. No matter which body gets tired, even hurt. In fact, the world is not always on the side of good to someone, and prefers to provide a magnificent stage where the human being becomes the main player.

The life Ivory got might be said to be lucky if viewed from a different side. However, who would have thought, if the party that looked the happiest, was the one that was the one that was the most injured.

“King asked me to immediately test your knowledge, princess.” said madam Mar. The woman, whom Ivory said was more cruel than her stepmother, was unable to attend to guide her. Fucia said that Madame Mar was meeting with King Harllotte and was talking about a special test that Ivory would hold.

After raising her face in shock at the statement of Madame Mar, Ivory again put her head on the desk of her study. Playing a pen on paper, with a sour expression.

“What does that mean, I'll be married to prince Grey soon?”

“True, princess.”

From where she sat, Madam Mar could see the uneasiness enveloping the teenage girl's heart before her. Mary is famous firmly in the eyes of everyone who inhabits the palace, she always managed to hide the other side of her who is gentle, patient and also loving. This time, he took the initiative to make Ivory pour out his heart.

“You must prepare from now on. Besides me, the King himself will come at any time and test your insights.”

Ivory was silent, he busied himself by reading line after line of sentences written in the book. But, suddenly one question came to Ivory's mind.

“Mistress Mar, have you ever been heartbroken?”

Madam Mar immediately swerved wide. Her lips formed a straight line. He's furious at the moment. Furious because in reality he had never felt such a thing. He had sworn to be loyal to the kingdom without having to do any marriage.

“No yes?” the sinless Ivory chirps with a disappointed face. The reason is, he wants to learn to Lady Mary about how to treat heart injuries. “Then I went to Dayang Fu. It could be that he has a solution.” he said, closing the book and ending the study hours unilaterally.

Maria, upset, forbids Ivory from leaving. It was very desirable that he tie the lips of the girl so as not to be able to talk so carelessly.

“Indeed who broke your heart, princess? Is there any other man besides prince Grey?”

Ivory shook her head without thinking much. There really isn't.

“I'm just not being able to accept myself.”

Dayanas.

Ivory's face suddenly changed into a curious expression. Then she looked at Madam Mar's face and asked, “Mrs Mar, who is Dayana?”

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Early in the morning, the palace was made a scene by Ivory who was climbing a gingko tree in one of the arrow fields. He without hesitation climbed almost at the top of the tree to retrieve his arrow that was stuck there.

Some of the dayang—including the Fucia— ladies who saw their daughter climbing, did not stop making noises so that the girl immediately descended, because such behavior was not at all allowed in the palace, he said, nor does it reflect the proper attitude for a future princely companion.

“Iya, Fu. I almost grabbed it. Be patient for a while, and tell the others not to make a rowdy.” cerocos Ivory while trying to reach the arrow that is only a few more stops he can reach.

But one of the ladies-in-waiting ran to tell the Grey Prince the incident, so he jumped down from the chair where he was reading. He walked quickly to the location where Ivory was throwing a tantrum. His face was furious, and he vowed to drag Tarzan the immigrant and punish him with his strange behavior.

There was a scream as the prince entered the field where he practiced archery.

“Gosh. What he did.” screeched Grey, then ran the ridge without thinking about the status and ethics of courtesy of a prince when walking. All he thought about was getting there before it was too late. Before Ivory fell from her place, or at worst the twig she used for her attempt to save herself was broken and the girl would fall from quite a terrible height.

“Tarzan crazy! What are you doing huh?” grey shouted as he managed to stand under Ivory's feet hanging in the air. Grey looked up, not caring if the stocking the girl was wearing was clearly visible from below.

Everyone there was shocked when they heard the harsh words that slid from their prince's lips.

“Prince. Please save my arrows first. He will break if not caught.”

Basic man step, where might at such a time, he prefer his arrow that survives than himself?

“Are you stupid? You will fall and your bones will break if you defend the arrow. Release stupid!”

Ivory, he'll land on his own safely without anyone's help. So he decides to save his arrows first, or he'll be punished by Grey for damaging the arrows he used to practice.

Her body hanging in the air was looking fine, until—

“Arrrghh..”

Some of the bodyguards who had been assigned to take the mattress, were wide and sculpted in a place not too far from the scene. Then, one of the bodyguards in charge of protecting the prince immediately removed Ivory from the top of the prince's body until the girl fell on her back without mercy on the grassy ground. He could see the current Prince Grey was groaning in pain while grasping his stomach.

And with a stifled voice holding back the pain, Grey cursed Ivory blatantly in front of many people.

“Fucking Tarzan basics. You will receive the consequences after I recover later.”

Ivory panicked. He will be scolded by the king for harming the prince, and does not rule out the possibility, if he will also receive severe punishment for his behavior, this time.

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Because of the incident, Prince Grey had to receive serious treatment from the healer for several days because his digestion was severely affected by Ivory's weight.

Ivory, however, feels very guilty and plans to apologize to Prince Grey. Even though he was actually afraid of appearing in front of the man.

The footsteps behind the long dress touched the ground slightly. He occasionally kicked innocent pebbles when he thought of ways to meet the Grey prince and apologized without fear of being expelled.

A ladyboy passes Ivory. Dayang who looks the same age as Fucia was carrying a basket of colorful roses. One idea came from Ivory's brain. His smile expanded, then ran after the little girl who looked unconcerned about her presence. Yes, how else, anyone would hate him because of the unfortunate incident the prince received due to his actions. Ivory is aware and aware.

“Excuse.”

The tan-skinned dayang stopped, then turned around with a frowning face dislike.

“Bby...me...ask for a sprig of white roses?” ivory asked hesitantly as the unfriendly look of the lady looked even more terrifying. Wrong-wrong, Ivory can be grabbed mercilessly if mispronounced.

With a thin tone, the ladyboy said a striking sentence for the princess. “Sorry to have the prince hurt? Strange basis.”

Oh my God. If Ivory can be angry, she'll be served with this ladyboy's spicy mouth. The stunned Ivory could only gape, then receive a white rose from the hand of the scorching-mouthed lady-in-waiting.

“Thank you.”

No matter how much we hate someone, thank him if he has done good or helped us.

Ivory was still frozen in place when the lady had already waltzed away without returning the thanks she had already said, a truly lowly ethic. To the extent that Ivory is convinced, if the girl is accepted as a palace ladyboy through the path of a rat.

Actually, in addition to wanting to apologize to Grey, Ivory wanted to see Grey's situation with her own eyes. And here he was, in front of the unguarded door of Grey's room, and the desolate hallway that made my feathers shudder in horror.

The chisel-accented door was pushed slowly, not creaking, but was able to make two presences inside it turned once the door managed to widen.

Feeling the time is not right. Ivory, who has raised his head, intends to leave, and disengage or delay, even other options available are not done only. Canceled.

“What's up?” tanya Grey stopped Ivory's steps that almost swung away.

Inside, the prince was not alone, there was another presence sitting not far from the prince who was also sitting leaning on the head of the bed.

“Ti-no. I was wrong place.” Ivory moved as if she was counting and trying to remember something.

“You are good at lying. But, just go in. I wonder what you're going to do here.”

Ivory had hidden a white rose that she was carrying behind her back. Then he decided to keep stepping in and meet the prince, because his goal from the beginning was to look and memastika the condition of the man named Grey was fine.

Arriving near the bed where the prince was resting, Ivory took the time to glance at the figure sitting beside Grey. Her face is beautiful also sweet, graceful, and blessed with a solid body shape.

“I just want to apologize.” said Ivory while choosing to put the white rose that he brought on the table where the light was on.

Grey smiled stiffly, then pecked a sharp look at Ivory. “I don't need your apologies and flowers. Get out of here, take it, and dump the flowers in the trash. I don't want to see it” at all

To the size of a village girl who had once been taught such thick manners, Ivory was hurt by Grey's words that sounded so selfish. If you do not like the presence of Ivory, the prince should just ignore it. Not even make this heartache—think Ivory who is currently holding grim and fog in his eyes.

Then, without a word, Ivory turned around, walking out leaving two humans who had no intention of stopping her.

Ivory regrets coming. He would keep this memory in the same drawer with his terrifying dark memories.

“Iya. I was wrong. But I just meant to visit and get sorry from the prince.” muttered Ivory, objecting to Grey's attitude. Ivory looked up at the ceiling of the palace. Sighing slowly disposes of hate, for free, how and what Grey's attitude will look like, Ivory will live with the man in the future.

Ivory could only whisper her pure hope to the wind.

“I hope, the prince quickly recovered and can return to his duties well, as usual.” []

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