KING IN THE NORTH
chapter 19My King

Whenever Olive was left alone, her servants would leave as soon as all her duties were done. Olive was still sitting on the edge of the bed facing the open window in front of her and she was suddenly tempted to look out of the window.

There was nothing he could see except the strong wind and the green trees that were far down there. The sight resuscitated him, if only he could escape, but it felt impossible. Even if he could get out of this Fortress, Olive still did not know where to go, it felt like the place was too far from her home.

Olive retreated back and sat at the end of her bed again, this time the girl was more interested in paying attention to what was in her room.

Olive noticed the striking red walls, the golden tendrils almost filling the walls, Olive just thought it seemed like the forging slabs were indeed made of real gold. There were too many dark red and gold colors that almost dominated starting from the walls, curtains that dangled even the tapestry this time stepped on.

A variety of beautiful and charming items adorn some corners and beautiful shelves, but from everything there is enough to attract his attention. A vase of fresh roses that were also deep red was placed in front of the dressing table, Olive walked over to him.

"It's a real rose."

it is hard to imagine a rose growing among the thick fortresses of these grand, gloomy castles.

Olive touched the rose petals again, olive loved roses, especially the blood red ones like that, like there was something that could give her a difficult feeling to understand.

The girl took a few stalks and carried them to bed.

*****

Olive had just woken up when she found someone sitting on the edge of her bed. Olive immediately got up, it was still too early for a visit, and what King Alzov was doing in his room this early.

Olive tried to fix her sitting position, because every time the clothes she wore always made her uncomfortable, maybe this kind of clothing is normal for people in the North but not with Olive who had been raised in the south.

"Calm down, I just want to see you."

Olive still trembled every time King Alzov raised his chin, aware of how close the pair of jet Netra could look at him.

"Go out, I'll have people accompany you around."

Surprising and still quite strange for Olive to digest, as if the streets were the trivial thing she was wanting, because obviously that was not her wish.

"Why am I here, My Lord ?" olive's lips almost quivered every time she mentioned the name of King Alzov in any term, because it was still not easy when she had to realize her old position.

"Calm down, I'm not gonna hurt you."

"All this confused me," actually those words were only for Olive to hear herself even though she unconsciously continued to say them.

Olive hoped not to stare at the pair of dark Netra, if only she could turn away.

"I want you to feel comfortable living here, because that's what my brother wants, too."

Artur... As if he had just gained enlightenment, Olive's eyes immediately sparkled.

"Did Prince Artur know I was here? " ask the girl suddenly excited.

"Surely he wants you to stay."

Olive could not hide her relief.

"It looks like you're so happy just by hearing his name. "

"I owe him a lot, My Lord," Olive smiled again, and it was her first smile during her time at the venue. This was an incredible relief for Olive, her bright smile giving rise to a reddish hue on her beautiful strawbery pale skin.

.

"Thank you, My Lord," said Olive with a cheer that she could no longer hide.

"You don't have to do that, I have to go and make yourself feel good." King Alzov walked out of his room.

At that time Olive began to think, maybe King Alzov was not as bad as what he had often heard so far.

Before long a servant came to take care of all his needs, honestly Olive still felt uncomfortable to be served like that.

"I can do it on my own, Auntie," Prevent Olive before the old woman pours bird's nest soup in her bowl. Olive herself did not understand why she had to eat such food often in this place.

"Sorry Lady, let me do my job."

"Call me, Olive."

The waiter was still surprised by the big change he saw this morning, it had been almost a week that he delivered food every morning but never once did the girl invite him to talk, that girl always looks moody.

"What's your name? "

"I'm Gabriel."

"Tolang call me, Olive," all this treatment really makes Olive uncomfortable.

The woman looked back at Olive with her soothing friendly smile.

"I have a Princess your age, my Lady," the maid said with a warm look.

"Oh.really, Auntie," the girl's voice seemed to cheer when she heard that there was a young girl of her age.. "Where is he? "

There was a sudden rush of sadness but the waiter immediately gasped to realize his clumsiness, "he died of the plague a few years ago."

"Oh... I'm sorry, Auntie."

The woman nodded slowly

Olive could feel a pair of warm beads that started to glaze over it was the property of a mother, Olive missed her mother of course. Olive also misses the dilute soup she once hated.

"From now on just call my name ,Olive," the girl reassured.

"I don't dare, however we have to respect that Mulya Artur."

Looks like everyone knows, he's only here because of Prince Artur. Olive herself did not understand why Prince Artur let her stay here, no matter how Olive believed Prince Artur would not harm her.

Olive recalled that she might have killed Dominik and ended her own life if no one had helped her at the time.

King Alzov secretly sent guards to spy on his brother. Although usually Prince Artur is very difficult to follow, but it just so happened that afternoon he was seen riding with a young girl who was dropped off at the edge of the village boundary, and that's where some of King Alzov's bodyguards started following Olive.

*****