IVORY
Tarzan.

Of the various types of major wars Grey has read and known from the encyclopedia's history books, mental combat with Ivory is in fact more difficult than expected. The girl was full of surprises that the prince never thought at all when it would be missed. For example, today, after finishing the study, Ivory refuses to follow the schedule that has been arranged for him, and prefers to follow the Grey prince to the second palace, and instead follows him to the second palace, more precisely the house of the handsome man.

From then until the next time, Ivory did not stop to look in amazement at every corner of the room with a gaping mouth, and occasionally cried out loud when asking the Grey prince something.

Definition of a female tarzan that has just come out of the woods.

At least, that's what Grey thinks of Ivory.

“Prince, I've been here for one week. As the king promised, I can go home to visit my parents, right?”

Prince Grey tried to ignore. He was still focused on reading a book in his hand. Due to not being discussed, Ivory tried to find other topics of conversation.

“Actually, what is the purpose of the king holding the contest?”

Grey jerks. A question no one ever asked. Or rather, no one dared to ask.

Realizing Ivory's courage to be on a different level to the others, Grey drops his full attention to the girl who owns the marble.

“Now I ask, what is your purpose in asking me that.” asked Grey in a flat tone.

Ivory's shoulders are faintly raised, her Cherry-colored lips looking conical forward. “Nothing. I just want to know.”

“Isn't it clear, this tradition has indeed been done for a long time, hereditary.” reply Grey without thinking hard to give an explanation to Ivory.

“Yes, I know. I mean, why the legs?why not just brain? Perhaps the prince can find a girl better than me.”

It's true, if the king prefers brains, maybe Grey won't be stuck in one room with this immigrant tarzan. A nod became the answer to Ivory who was now looking at him seriously.

“Why?” the prince did not want to compromise. Because for Prince Grey, compromising with Ivory is tantamount to finding trouble, or at worst, digging his own grave. The girl a lot of talk, always saying silly things that do not make sense and drain sanity, also able to make a mess of the mood that was originally blooming because it was happy to meet the idol. However, one little thing made the girl superior. He always said honestly and as is. As of now, the Grey prince was dizzy by the questions that kept popping up from Cherry Ivory's lips.

“There is a lizard above your head.” said Ivory, surprisingly, with an index finger pointing at the jet-black unraveled head of Prince Grey.

Oath by Gross's dirt-filled butt, Grey jumps out of his seat and tries to get rid of the object Ivory is referring to.

“Quickly remove him from my head.” pinta Grey while prancing hold amused when the shadow of the lizard clings to his head.

According to the belief of all Geogini people, if a lizard falls right on your head, then do not expect something good to happen. Because lizards are considered to bring bad luck. Who wants to get unlucky?

“Quick get rid of him.”

Ivory who did not expect that Prince Grey was afraid of the small animals that usually stick to the wall, could only see with gaping lips in disbelief. Then spit out loud laughter while holding the stomach.

The conscious Prince Grey was being played with, instantly also putting on an angry face. He walked over and clamped Ivory's lips with his long fingers. Suddenly, Ivory's laughter that had echoed throughout the room, suddenly quiet. Manik they meet.

“You lied again?”

Ivory shook her head, her lips still flanked by Grey's fingers completely unusable for speech.

“Ck!” decak the prince while removing the rough flames on the lips of Ivory who now looks reddened, until the girl's head slightly pushed and staggered backwards. “Basic tarzan.”

“What? Tarzan?”

“Yes. You're like a tarzan newly freed from the jungle.”

As Ivory recalled, from a story he had heard at the compulsory school of society, called Tarzan was a man without clothes, only wearing a cloth cover right in the private area of the man, the man, his hair was shoulder-length and curly, his skin was brownish, and only spoke with movement, because he grew up with animals in the shade of nature.

“I'm a woman, not—”

“You tarzan women.” say Grey quickly before Ivory finishes his sentence

Ivory's lips clenched tightly, then came forward as an attempt to protest. He did not expect Grey to think of him as such. Disappointed, Ivory walked away.

“Where are you?” tanya Grey is flat. Didn't mean to prevent Ivory from leaving. I really just ask and want to know.

Grey held back desperately the laughter that was about to explode. “Good idea.”

Eventually, he will be free. Turns out Ivory could have gone that way. Grey is proud to make a new name for Ivory. Tarzan women.

...***...

One entertainment that can be obtained free of charge by Grey is to disturb Ivory until the girl is upset and leaves him. Since returning from visiting her parents a few days ago, Ivory has looked sad. He heard from Fucia, if Princess Ivory actually did not want to return, or at least can still stay a few days to let go of longing. And ended up annoyed at not getting permission from the palace, especially Grey.

Today there is no specific timetable, other than meeting with the top officials of the neighboring kingdom and talking about their cooperation in agriculture. Geogini is famous as a fertile and prosperous region. The people are never short of food, and they can rotate the sales of rice or vegetables to connect their economy.

People also often sold their crops to the palace. They are always grateful to live in a region that is also led by a king who is kind to the whole community, be it ordinary people, or people who have a position.

Grey crosses the pendopo where Ivory gets the guidance of mistress Mar. And still as she had seen before, Ivory put her head on the study table, then read a book with her head tilted. Idler type.

“She is indeed a unique girl.”

Grey continued his steps. The typical royal clothes he wore made the man look mighty. Green fabric long-sleeved dark bottle hugs the body, with accents of interlocking rigging button replacements, as well as contrasting red color connected at the end of the arm. His right and left shoulders were equipped with golden rank and badge indicating that he was the absolute prince who would succeed the future king. The matching color pants are also pres, showing her legs are level, long, and thick. Knee-length boots with gold-plated iron framing the edges. Not to forget, a sword as a shield and marker if he also has the same power as the king.

“There's something you forgot, prince?” ask the royal advisor who accompanied Grey to meet today.

Grey turns his eyes to look at Mr. Doppler, then shakes his head and walks back to the meeting room.

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The wind blows slow. The sound of the clashing bamboo trees became an entertainment unto itself for Ivory. Like producing a secret melody, Ivory enthusiastically looks at Madam Mar when she wants something.

“Is there a music class here, miss Mar?”

Madam Mar stared intently for a moment, then hit the red book Ivory was studying with her beloved iron ruler. Ivory to wonder, why mistress Mar loved the ruler so much than her.

“Read well. I will not answer before your study schedule is finished.”

Ivory pulled up the corner of her lips. He was very upset if Madam Mar told him to study and memorize endlessly. The woman also never thought about the inner pressure Ivory suffered because of her insistence.

“Please call the prince here. I was bored.” he said, with a humming tone.

Mrs Mar who originally wanted to be quiet, now back up because of Ivory's ridiculous request.

“Mr princess. You think the prince just kept quiet without doing anything?” tanyakanya. “Prince has a much heavier task than you. Shoulder the responsibility of every decision he makes, and also, can not at all times accompany you and just sit quietly here.”

“Then I don't want to learn. Tomorrow only if the prince has free time for me.”

All right, Miss Mar has lost her temper.

“Your destination is given this education, so that if one day the prince has a meeting that requires bringing a partner, you can mingle with other princesses armed with knowledge.”

Ivory fell silent, looking straight at Madame Mar.

“If you do not study diligently from now on, you will only humiliate the prince with your attitude that looks uneducated.”

Ivory's heart melos. Madam Mar's words sharply rained down. So painful.

Actually, Ivory's not a stupid girl. He always gets perfect grades in almost every subject, just that his overly free behavior is indeed a minus value that is underestimated by others, including his own mother.

“Good. I'll study hard. But for this time only, let me end the study hours and see prince.” Ivory pinta with a made-up face.

“Princess, the prince is having an important meeting right now. You can't bother him.”

“I'm not interrupting. I just want to see.”[]

Seriate.