IVORY
Exchange information to know each other.
As eating hundreds of spicy chili peppers can make the head smoky, Grey tries to convince himself to stay calm and patient with the immigrant Tarzan who again plays in his room. Whether since when, Tarzan the woman so often visited him at his residence. But Grey can breathe a little relieved, because he does not make trouble. Tarzan was studying, reading a book with a serious face asking to drown it into a fish pond. So annoying.
Ivory nodded as if she understood the meaning of the sentence in the book she was reading. Every now and then Grey catches wet the girl is stealing glances at him. As it is now, and Grey can no longer remain silent and refrain from reprimanding Ivory.
“Why see me so secretly?” his cerocos was thick with a sharp frown.
Ivory poked the peeled apple he had brought when he came to Grey's room under the pretext of wanting to study without boredom.
“Later, if I look blatantly, the prince is angry.” Ivory replied casually as he chewed an apple in his mouth and flipped the book on the next page. And in that instant, Ivory choked violently. The content of the reading book was so fascinating.
Seven traditions to do after the wedding is over.
1. Following the ceremony of wearing the crown and blessing by the king.
2. Ceremony of giving drinks of special herbs to increase passion.
3. Stay together in the residence of the prince before the next ceremony is carried out.
4. Nagarumi. Namely, bathing in the same bathtub and have been given various types of flowers and scents theraphy.
5. Last night's exile. A newly married couple who have been given a special potion drink will be placed in one of the furthest places from the crowd to get closer to each other.
6. Virginity and virginity release ceremony. They will be required to perform the union on the first night as a legal married couple.
7. The welcoming ceremony of the couple's return from exile to the prince's residence, after the night of unification had ended.
Ivory blinked quickly, then rotated his eyeballs staring at Grey.
“You're reading chapter seven weird traditions after marriage, right?”
Ivory gulped his saliva rough. It turned out that Prince Grey could read the expression he was blasting from his face. Or, the man had memorized it out of his head?
“No need to fear. That's a natural thing.”
“It's reasonable?” pekik Ivory surprise. “I'm still nineteen years old, and the prince will actually do that to me?”
Grey raised his shoulders indifferently. He only did the provisions that had happened since this kingdom was established, hundreds of years ago.
“Of course. The king wants a descendant from me. Prospective successor after me later.”
Ivory closed the red book in front of her, and stood up to leave. The prince held him in with a question.
“Do you want to know more about me?”
Ivory's heart was forced to stop beating for a moment. He froze in a place not too far away. The distinctive aroma of Grey is also still affordable from the penyidu. Without turning around, Ivory asked the expensive sell-off.
“What do I want to know and the prince tell?”
Silence paused, until the sound of the baritone was again greeting in the air.
“Terlarah. We can exchange information about ourselves.”
Attractively. Ivory turned around, taking a small step slashing the distance once more to face off against the prince. Then he sat back down and propped up his chin full of smiles which, wow, Grey became fascinated.
Like licking his own spit, now things turn to Grey. He timidly steals a glance at Ivory who is still clumsy no matter the shape.
“You first.” firmly, so nervous that it almost chokes its own saliva.
Hearing this, Ivory was eager to lash out a loud protest to Grey. It's nothing, but Grey asked her to exchange information, then why should she start?
The sound of wind from outside the room was heard softly because the window of Grey's room was open. One thing went wrong in Ivory's mind. What does a prince want to know about him? He was not attractive, only lucky to have beautiful legs and ended up edited by the royal party to be a companion to the next king candidate.
Feeling insecure, Ivory inevitably evaporates one big breath, then tries to convince himself if he has to ask first, especially to Grey for the topic he wants.
“Good. Please, Prince ask me a question. What do you want the prince to know about an Ivory Stagen?”
Getting a statement like that, does not necessarily make Grey upset. He pulled one corner of his lips to print a smirk.
“What do you not like, and you fear?!”
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“Prince should know the girl's weakness.”
“Not for anything. Just in case if only the girl started acting arbitrarily to the prince, or the palace dwellers.”
Grey nodded in understanding. Dayana's words have a point too, he should at least know one side that can weaken the girl if at any time behave at his own will.
“If the prince knows his weakness, then the prince will easily control him, or at least make him feel deterred if it starts acting.”
Grey looked in awe at Dayana's figure with his logical thinking. In fact, the girl just wants to know the weakest part of Ivory to return to have Grey alone.
Dayana then wrapped her arms around Grey's waist, brought together their beads and continued. “Let him close to the prince first. Feel noticed, appreciated, then lure him in with light and casual talk. Then, once he feels comfortable, ask him slowly. Anything about him. Including his weaknesses.”
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Ivory tapped his lips faintly. He turned around and opened every memory drawer he had built for nineteen years. Look for a box where the fear of being traumatized resides. Then, with one particularly annoying grin in Grey's eyes, Ivory said, “Nothing. I'm not afraid of anything.”
Actually, Grey himself is a normal human being. He was eager to exasperate because he felt being played by Ivory. But his noble status did not allow him to act rashly and violently which could make his good name fall to the bottom of the earth and be destroyed.
“Why not say it from earlier? Why make me wait for that useless answer?” grey's chirps held back emotions, as the immigrant Tarzan now laughed with an overly annoying voice and face.
“I'm thinking prince. Then I did not find the answer that the prince wanted.” chirped, do not want to lose talk in the slightest. For Ivory, arguing is a right. He will be willing to argue until the day passes and change the next day, if something does not match what he feels.
Goddamnit!
Still a quibble of ordinary humans, Grey finally swears in the heart. His palms were already firmly clenched, and his jaw nearly hardened if it did not catch Ivory's voice greeting his dragonfly.
“How about prince?Is there something that princes fear in this world?”
“No.” Grey said quickly, without thinking long like Ivory to draw conclusions and say it clearly.
No less upset, Ivory flicked his lips forward. Then, unexpectedly, a single bad memory flashed through his head. Memories that scared him to set foot there again. Seas. Yes, he was afraid of all things related to the depths that contained a lot of water.
“Actually, there's one thing I'm so afraid of.”
Grey is excited. He stood up from the chair, and sat down in front of Ivory, at the same table as the girl who now looked sad, then folded his arms over the wooden blade that supported him.
“Say.” Grey is too enthusiastic without seeing the change in expression on Ivory's face.
“Why is the prince so excited? Is this the way the prince knows the enemy's weakness, then wipes it off the face of the earth?” cerocos Snow was no less long like the knot of rope that the Warrior used to make a barrier on the edge of the tea garden. “What prince asked my weakness, to obliterate me?”
Ivory's question successfully stunned Grey.
Eliminate the enemy, huh? Is Ivory an enemy? Why should I want to know this about Tarzan's weakness in immigrants?
Grey recalled a conversation he had with Dayana a while ago, about questioning a weakness. However, before he quashed that curiosity, and gave instructions for Ivory to keep it to herself, Ivory had already said in a quite bitter tone.
Ivory focused her attention on Grey who was looking at himself with a different spotlight. A soft-spoken eye full of remorse that Ivory had not seen for nearly three weeks was in the royal palace of Geogini. “I've almost lost my life due to being dragged by the sea waves.”
Hearing Ivory's story, Grey remembers Ivory's house not far from the beach.
“But father managed to save me who had been dragged by the current and carried to an area far from the beach.”
Grey put up his hearing after goal, not missing the information Ivory had given him.
“I was unconscious because I drowned and drank a lot of sea water. But I opened my eyes again and saw my father and mother crying over my cold body. Yes, they cry over me even though they often beat me up when I make mistakes, especially mom. I'm sure mom loves me so much, which is why she hit me, she doesn't want to until something bad happens to me.”
Grey was struck by the last sentence Ivory said. Which parent wants bad things to happen to their child? Of course, this is the most unwanted part by parents.
Grey's daydream breaks when Ivory's voice again interrupts. “Since then. I was so afraid of water in large quantities and deep as the sea. I'm really afraid that my childhood events will repeat themselves. I'm afraid of the sea, the river or anything that has too much water volume. I'm so scared.”
Grey is also sorry for the frightening memory Ivory experienced. But Grey also did not want Ivory to return slumped and depressed after saying that. Then, with a heavy heart Grey asked. “If it's something you like? Just say, who knows will be needed someday.” []
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