IVORY
Grey Yohansen Geogini's

...Grey Yohansen Geogini, 35....

Sillier.

One word just kept swirling around inside his noisy head. He was going to marry a nineteen-year-old girl, and this was unnatural, he thought.

According to reports brought by two bodyguards and a royal soldier who was sent to escort Ivory and his friends earlier, Grey got some information. Among them is the location of the village where the girl lived, how the surrounding environment, how the faces of the two parents, and how the two parents, as well as their work which is allegedly as a pair of vegetable farmers who supply their vegetables to the market which is not far from the location of the Geogini kingdom is located.

But more than that, Prince Grey actually wants to know more about the girl's life. Is she as good as Princess Dayana? The girl who had been loved and longed for by the Grey prince, although the king never agreed to their relationship, because it was still tied to the relationship as a relative. In Geogini, in addition to the strange tradition of beautiful legs, it is also famous not to be allowed to marry women who are still bound by blood, such as the Grey prince and princess Dayana.

Grey remembers once how the face, the shape of the body, even the beautiful legs he saw were just a glimpse of it. If it grows a little more mature, the girl will become the perfect girl that will be targeted by many men. The girl named Ivory was very beautiful, her skin was pure white, her lips were Cherry-colored, her fingers were pliable, and do not forget the shape of the body in the enclosure of the stagen that makes her waist bow so perfect and very beautiful to the eye. Grey did not blink when he saw it, although the girl's weakness lay in chest size. Yes, just a smaller chest size and not so tempting in the eyes of Grey who in fact lovers chest contains.

It is undeniable, adult men like himself like a large and filled chest. But, it looks like it will be an exception for Ivory. Because that girl is beautiful.

As his mind wrestled wildly about the size of his chest, the door of his room was knocked. Grey turned his gaze from the wide expanse of nature behind the window frame, towards the center of the voice that revealed the very figure he craved, Dayana.

“Do I bother you, prince?”

Grey smiled gently, then directed the two arms that had been facing each other behind his back to hang freely on the side of the body. Walk up to the girl who had closed and locked the door to Grey's room.

“No. I was just enjoying the view of the forest that made me want to hunt.”

Dayana chuckled softly, revealing her dimples on both cheeks.

“You're getting married. Don't harm yourself.”

Speaking of age, Dayana's daughter is seven years different from Grey's.

The soft aroma of the mixture of rose and Pine leaves greeted Grey's nose. Dayana always smells this soft and she loves it. The fragrance of Dayana is opium to him.

“Yana, I won't get hurt just by shooting a gazelle or a deer.”

“Yes, if the two species appear. If a tiger or a lion suddenly appears, how? Surely your future wife will be sad.”

Grey smiled again, he grabbed Dayana's shoulder and slightly bowed to look at the woman's bright gray bead. Then his thumb rubbed one side of Dayana's face very smooth and beautiful with a thin makeup polish.

“You're worried about me? Thank you.” whispered Grey is asductive, attracting Dayana's interest to re-taste Grey's sweet lips that once greeted hers.

Dayana smiled, then briefly kissed Grey's full lips. And without wasting any time, Grey returned the kiss more rhythmic, until their wet lips filled the room.

“After this, we will not be able to meet like this.” whispered Dayana, trying to provoke an answer from Grey for their relationship.

“Why? We can meet whenever you want. Just send someone to meet me and bring a message where you are. I'll come to you, unbeknownst to anyone.”

Dayana smiling won. He again scooped up Grey's lips that had slightly swollen due to his ferocity a few minutes ago.

“I often hope if we are not relatives.”

Grey agreed. He also often contemplates and thinks the same as Dayana.

“I also often imagine living together and sleeping in the same bed with you, prince.”

Grey bowed, again giving a brief kiss on Dayana's lips.

“Same. I am too.”

Dayana rubs the jaws of Grey which began to be overgrown with feathers will mine which will make Grey more handsome.

“Why did you agree to the idea of a contest held by the king?”

Grey is silent, waiting for the next sentence Dayana might want to say before she gives an answer.

“I can't calm down thinking about how you are with others.”

Grey remained silent, but took Dayana in his arms. He tried to give comfort to his beloved woman.

“Padahan, if you want, we can both age without getting married. Meet secretly and do something further than just kissing.”

Grey's palm rubbed Dayana's back and kissed the top of the pretty girl's head.

“Sorry. I just don't want the king to kick you out of here.”

Yes, Dayana has lived in this palace since infancy. Since her father died on the battlefield, and her mother died while giving birth to her. Dayana was orphaned and raised by the king out of pity, and became a duty because she was a relative and a leader.

Dayana buried her increasingly spoiled face. He really liked being with Grey like this.

“I'll stay like this. Until you asked me to stop.” []

Seriate.