IVORY
Offer Deal.

Riding, archery, martial arts, swordplay—anggar, and several other sports are mandatory activities that must be mastered by every member of the kingdom, with the aim of being able to defend themselves in times of urgency, always applied in the kingdom of Geogini. The king did not want if until the inhabitants of the palace could not do one of the many sports.

Prince Grey was focusing on aiming at the center of the target so that the arrow he was about to attach, right at the point he wanted. As soon as the Grey prince's arrow managed to land at the point he wanted, a standing ovation rang out in the distance. The atmosphere that was usually so calm, and solemn, suddenly turned boisterous puzzling. Some of the guards accompanying the Grey prince practiced, also turning to the source of the voice.

“Wah, great prince huh?”

Fucia closed her eyes, regretting that she had told Ivory about the prince's afternoon activities, which ended with the girl whining about asking to be escorted to where the prince was.

The field used is no less beautiful with a place to learn, only, this is a field that is really in the open, surrounded by beautiful green meadows, just like the, and clearly visible glaciers on high mountains lined up into a beautiful frame behind the magnificent palace buildings.

“Why is he here?” clearly, the question was intended for the lady-in-waiting for Ivory, Fucia.

Hearing the question, Ivory answered before Fucia opened her mouth. “I asked and forced him. So don't blame Fucia, prince.”

“I mean, why are you here? Shouldn't you learn—”

“Already. I did it earlier with lady Mar.”

Grey doesn't like the spontaneity Ivory has. Impressed disrespectful and presumptuous when interrupting someone who is talking.

“Not only with mistress Mar, you should also be active in self-study.”

Ivory didn't budge and chose to run around the field. Ivory will stay here. And there's a tree that's been catching Ivory's attention since the first time I saw this place.

Without the slightest guilt, Ivory smiled and waved at Fucia, inviting the lady-in-waiting and her friend to join her under the tree. Ivory's like finding a new hobby here. He would run around in the morning around the field, then stop and invite Fucia to study under this shady tree before Madam Mar's class began.

“But you will be punished if you do that, princess.” protest Fucia, because at will, the women who live in this palace, are required to be graceful and polite. Not the other way around.

“But, running is also a sport? How could that be a problem?”

Fucia shook her head not understanding. However, he is also fully aware that everything must be lived and explained slowly to Ivory. The girl was born with freedom just like her old self, and all her free attitude could be changed slowly.

“Mr princess, the environment you are referring to is different. And here, everything is bound, can't do everything as we please. All in do can not be out of the rules that have been made king.”

Ivory stared hard. Everyone who lived in this palace was too stiff. Even Ivory himself is already entrenched, will still realize his wishes even though he will be exposed to problems. And that means he will be considered a defector, and the marriage will be annulled.

A smile rose on the red lips of Ivory's cherry. Why did this brilliant idea just come up?

“Fu, help me for one time only.”

...***...

Prince Grey did not know why the king did not choose a wife for him, rather than holding a competition and ended up getting a wild girl like tarzan to be paired with him.

Grey breathed a heavy sigh. Soaking in warm water scented therapy is very fun. Stiff muscles will soon relax, his brain that is no less tired will also at least calm down before he enjoys his rest later.

After a long soak and even nearly falling asleep if you don't hear a loud knock, Grey rushes out of the place to soak. wearing clothes that have been prepared by the lady-in-waiting, and squeaks in as he realizes something. The knocking came not from the door, but from the window.

He walked over there, vowing to cut down anyone who appeared from behind the window.

In a very slow motion, Grey pushed the ornate wood leaf. Then Grey who was very surprised, instead of raising his sword as per oath, he fell on the floor with a panicked face and his lower clothes were exposed to the top.

“What are you doing here?” ask with a tone hard enough to soar throughout the room.

Ivory gave only a grin, then revealed the dress and entered through the window.

“Stop! What are you going to do here?”

“Ssshhh, noisy!” he said without sin.

Not waiting for long, Grey woke up violently, and forcefully pulled Ivory's wrist that felt so small and soft.

“Come out of here. Before I slash your head.”

“Tu, wait. I want to say something with you, prince.”

Unconcerned, Grey increasingly pulled the arm of Ivory who refused to be expelled. The girl thrashed until her slender body slammed to the right and to the left.

“You can say it tomorrow. Or you will get in trouble.”

“I want to make a deal.”

The steps that were about to reach the door came to a halt. The accord? Isn't that ridiculous? And also, what kind of deal? Wh-wh-what for? Inner Grey was still guessing the contents of the girl's brain in front of him.

“Deal for our wedding.”

Apparently, she doesn't want to marry me. Is he depressed?

“What deal?”

Ivory confirmed the position of her dress that had been stepped on and almost sagged, then locked the gaze on Grey's bead. Of course with a strong sense of self-confidence.

“I, will make the marriage fail.”

Grey almost spouted a laugh seeing the enthusiastic expression on Ivory's face and then let out a rough breath. Come to think of it, all day, he was wasteful in supplying air to his lungs.

Grey took off the cage in Ivory's hand, then walked casually towards one of the chairs with a brown teak backrest.

“In what way?”

Ivory, who was already enthusiastic, ran over with a cheerful laugh to get close to the Grey prince. Then sit next to him, and pat next to the thigh of the chalice belonging to the prince.

Having a surprise attack, Grey opened his eyes wide in surprise.

“Begini. I will make a strange behavior that violates the rules of the kingdom. That way, I will be expelled and we will not get married.”

“You will get in trouble if you behave strangely.”

“No problem. The important thing is that we do not get married.” he continued, still with the bling-bling bead that is so enthusiastic.

Not responding, the Grey prince chose to stand up and stay away from Ivory who was still comfortable with his soft chair.

“Lho, you know. Where is the prince going? The prince agreed, right?” ivory asked with a twinkle on both of her brown beads that looked beautiful. Grey won't be able to survive with the girl's lips continuing to babble without being asked.

“No. So now out of my room.” he said as he opened the door hook made of medium-sized steel.

“Eh? Why not agree? Doesn't the prince also not want to marry me?”

“Who said. I want to get married.” Grey replied with a contrived surprised expression. As for Ivory, gawking at being completely shocked and unexpected.

“Oh gosh.” sigh Ivory with feet stomping tiles several times. He really doesn't want this. “Do princes like underage women?”

This time, the prince was shocked and did not accept Ivory's opinion.

“What do you mean—” prince Grey is out of words when he accidentally sees Ivory's fresh lips slightly open. Seductively. “Out!” he said, pulling Ivory's arm rough after sliding the slot and the door opened.

A pair of bodyguards outside the room were shocked as the prince dragged Ivory's daughter from inside her room. After them, the prince was alone.

“Go! And never come back here!” then slammed the door hard. Make three lives there in a row of congregations.

Staring at each other, Ivory could guess if he would be dragged back out of here.

“Ya, yes. I'll walk on my own. Don't drag me like a robber.”

With an annoyed and disappointed face, Ivory dragged a step through the dimly lit passageway that would lead him towards the main door to leave the special place of the Grey prince.

“If you don't want to, why did he ask?” his grunts were ungodly, occasionally stomping his feet on the floor.

“Awas. I'll make him agree, or I'll really make a fortune in this palace.”[]

Seriate.