IVORY
Give understanding.

...Grey and Ivory are back....

...The dilapidated and sweet moments they both will appear a lot starting this chapter....

...So, how much fun is today for you? May we all be kept away from bad things and remain in His protection....

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Ivory walked in a hurry. Running around, looking helplessly at the sea of people without lives, and the rancor that keeps greeting. He was looking for a presence that kept him from being able to think calmly. Ivory cried, calling Grey's name repeatedly but still there is no truth.

The war was over, and the Amber troops also carried one by one the bodies of their fallen troops to be brought to Amber and handed over to their families. So does Geogini. They provide assistance to wounded soldiers, and will deliver the bodies of dead soldiers to the family and compensation as a form of appreciation because they are willing to defend and fight for Geogini.

But Ivory, still circling around without stopping wiping the tears that continue to melt on the cheek. The day was already getting darker, and the sound of natural melodies mingling with the specks of rain that were starting to fall, as if wanting to erase the pitiful traces that were happening today.

“Prince...” called him hoarse, turning all over to have his manic find someone he was looking for.

Somehow it's hard to find Grey for today, like losing telepathy. Usually, Ivory would very easily find her husband's presence despite being among the swarming sea of humans. Ivory also believes Grey is around here, but he's never found him.

“Prince...” called him once more in a weak voice full of wounds, then dropped down on the dry land that felt densely textured and the sky that soon turned dark. Bringing fear into control of Ivory's whole mind. “Where are you?”

Ivory patted his chest that felt an ache. He was stunned because Grey had not yet been found.

“Prince, where is he?” pilu. Ivory would be devastated if she didn't find her heart.

Then, in the next second, Ivory had to fall to the ground when she realized she was sitting on someone's chest. The man coughed and curled up like a pholidota.

“You sat on my chest that was hit by Aruchi horse tantrums, princess.” Grey said, then coughed again because his chest was really painful and his lungs felt squeezed by heavy objects. Ah, not just anything. It's a matter of body weight, and it's Ivory.

“Oh gosh. You surprised me, prince.” lamented Ivory as he got up and tried to help Prince Grey, waking him up in a sitting position. “Why don't you answer when I shout call your name?”

“I'm thirsty. My throat is dry, my lips are hurt, and I'm lazy to yell.”

How could the man in front of him joke when the wound on his body looks so painful. And in the next second, Ivory felt a swipe of Grey's palm on her cheek. He then cupped the palm and closed, grateful that Grey could still touch and talk.

“You're fine right, princess Ivory?” grey asked, making sure that the source of his life's happiness was in good shape.

Without warning, Ivory lands a brief kiss on Grey's lips that looks hurt. Grey complains in the kiss, and panic Ivory.

“Sorry. I'm sorry.”

“No. I like it.” Sahut Grey is fast, smiling sincerely even though the torn wound on his lips must again feel sore. “Quick seek help. I'm dying. Aughh...” her plea was spoiled and a contorted tone made up, but was able to make Ivory panic and stand up right then and there.

“Wait here and don't move too much like ape yang—”

“What?”

...***...

Green sat pensively leaning behind one of the palace pillars. His gaze was straight in the direction where he was walking with Junot's help earlier. The look in his eyes was also not tired to find the passing troops carrying the bodies of their fallen friends.

Is this because of her?

Green is trying to find a point of trouble that arises today. He even began to blame himself for what happened to Geogini, the kingdom of his friend's husband.

But all that anxiety didn't last long. Someone handed him a glass of drink. Green looked up, seeing Junot standing up with a drink glass and some supplies to clean the wounds on his body.

“Drink, your wounds will dry quickly after drinking this herb.” said Junot, still with a flat look and voice without convincing intonation.

“Why.” Junot asked as innocent. He also drank the potion earlier, all the soldiers drank it earlier, but their reaction was not excessive as Green did.

“Do you want to kill me with that potion?”

“What's really why? We all drink it. And we're all still alive.”

Jesus, Green was wrong to look for an opponent. This man was indeed stiff and his sensitivity level was at a terrifying level. Green shook his head, smiled at the tip of his lips and hissed faintly because the cut on his hand still felt so real.

Hearing the hissing sound from Green's lips, Junot turned his gaze on Green's swollen arm with a deep open wound. He moved quickly to get closer and saw the wound. At first, Green refused to be touched by Junot. But when their beads collide and Green finds Junot's domineering glare, his body softens, no longer struggling and giving Junot access to examine the wounds on his arms.

“The wound is deep enough. You need a healer to treat it.”

Once again with a quick movement, Junot stood up and disappeared from Green's sight. Then came back with a big-dressed man like he had seen a few times when it came to the free treatment that the kingdom of Denham held. The old man who was walking in a row behind Junot's broad back was a physician.

“Obati the wound. Make sure it is perfectly covered and give the herb so as not to leave a mark.”

“Send everything to me, commander.”

The healer immediately worked, made stitches and also concocted potions to drink and rubbed on Green's wound. While Junot, waiting with a standing position in its original place while folding both hands in front of the chest, pay attention to every detail of the work of the famous palace healer.

Not long after, the physician gave Green a drink, and stood up afterwards.

“Nona Green will improve after drinking this herb. And I hope the wound will improve quickly without leaving a mark.”

Indeed, it does not rule out the possibility that the wound will imprint. Because, the cut from the sword was too deep and long enough. Junot stared fixedly at Green's figure.

“Your father will regret for a lifetime for making that wound on his own daughter.”

“He is not my father.” cut Green full of emphasis, because he does not want to admit it. Everything must be a mistake, and she is not the daughter of the cruel king Aruchi.

Junot laughed, throwing his face away. “Hey, she already confirmed it properly, and admitted if you are her daughter.”

Feeling cornered and having no reason to dodge, Green threw away a face full of annoyance. She did not want to be called the daughter of a heartless king.

Every event that he saw a moment ago, one by one, returned to his memory. Green cursed inwardly if until all the cruel old man's statements were reality. During this time, He lived well with Skiva, growing up with well-taught civilized ethics. But why was he born and had a father like Aruchi? Yep. Green has not been able to accept that fact and prefers to reject it.

Let's go home, get back to where you came from.

Isn't that ridiculous? One stroke escaped Green's lips. He smiled sarcastically and turned back his gaze, linking to Junot's bead that was still faithfully standing and watching there. “Then, does that mean I have to go home?”

Go home.

Some people will be happy with that word. For people who have love and affection, they will be happy to be welcomed by the person they care about when they arrive at the contest. But what does the word home or family mean to Green?

There aren't. There's nothing at all. His house was not in the palace, it was a place where he grew up with a good woman named Skiva.

“I don't want to live with strangers. I want to go back to my place, where I grew up with nature and a mother who very well raised me.”

“Yes. You may not be able to accept this fact. I will not side with anyone. But think about it, would your father and mother have done something like this if you had been there ever since? Maybe your mother and second brother are still alive today, and you become a whole family if the unfortunate incident does not happen to them.”

After all, parents will do whatever is best for their children. Green bowed, digesting Junot's words which were like a spear being used right at him. It's too painful to be true.

“Maybe, they did not raise you with the best ethics you have right now. But I'm sure, they will take care and raise you with a life more worthy of your current life.”[]

Seriate.

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...An understanding and patient Junot for Green. 😁...

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