My Bad Princess's
A kiss?

Bruk!

The girl dropped her body on the bed and then took her breath.

His body still feels so painful, especially his face that turns blue and injured due to the father's blow.

But there was not a single tear that he really let out except the one that he used to deceive his father.

Huh...

The sound of his breath could be heard, he gazed towards the ceiling of his room which was filled with ornaments similar to the princess's room.

Although it is true that she is the most exalted girl after the current empress.

Brak!

The long and tall door opened, the girl gazed towards someone who entered in a hurry as she opened the door of her room.

"You okay?"

The loud-sounding voice stared with a worried look and then approached.

Cyra sat on the edge of her bed and then took a breath without answering the question.

"Obati me, before the temple healer comes." said the man who did not answer but asked for something.

Tarrant did not reply but he looked into cold eyes that looked fine and then approached him.

"Even if my powers are almost gone, but still they will know that I am using demonic powers" Cyra said, telling the man who was standing right in front of her.

Tarrant did not answer, but he stared into silver eyes that seemed to show no emotion.

"You said you remember what happened on your 15th birthday, right?" tarrant asked who was looking inside at the girl.

"Yes" one short word and seemed to feel no disappointment, fear or worry at all.

"What should I be afraid of? You never thought of me as your sister from the beginning, did you? Not me but Yvone and Yvoine too right? From the beginning you never recognized us as your sisters..."

"Oh? Maybe because you're still thinking about your mother? The first Grand Duchess also committed suicide, right? Since then you have never considered another woman whom you married as your mother" Cyra continued with a faint smile and a cold face.

Tarrant did not say anything, his face immediately changed to hear what he really did not like.

"Hey? Don't shut up, look at me and answer me." said Cyra who grabbed the hand that was hanging without moving it.

"Don't say anything about the first Grand Duchess" said Tarrant, who said of the mother but gave the full title.

"I'm just discussing her, after all she's not the first Grand Duchess but her one-on-one Grand Duchess right?" ask Cyra who is smiling.

The Grand Duchess Pricecilia, which died 18 years ago, lived in the mansion for 18 years.

Just to make the names of the daughters of Grand Duke Ekclart become his children as well.

"But I was curious, what was my mother like? Is he just like me? Or like Dad?" ask Cyra who is thinking a little.

Tarrant remained silent without saying anything and stared at the girl.

"But, you're not here to answer questions but to treat me, are you?" asked Cyra who stood up and then asked to look at the face that was staring at her up close.

There was no answer, but the man saw how the delicate and tender hand touched his jaw and then rubbed it and stared at it.

"Now, you can use your powers. Whether it will be the same as that night or not I don't care." said Cyra who looked at the man in front of her.

Greb!

One pull that was on that slender waist and then pulled her nape and started kissing her.

Which flow can only be channeled and used through touch makes her kiss the lips of the girl.

Cyra did not close her eyes and also did not feel nervous or afraid, her pain slowly disappeared and also she who felt her lips continue to be sucked.