My Bad Princess's
Crown Prince

The man's eyes stared at the girl in front of him, neither pushing nor fighting but not returning his kisses at all.

After he felt the wound on the girl's face begin to disappear he released his pangutan and stared at her once again.

Cyra sat back on the edge of the bed, indeed his scar disappeared but still there was a wound inside him.

But he didn't say anything, because he knew a deeper touch was what he needed right now and he didn't want that.

"Thank you," said the man who rubbed his lips while looking up at the man who was still standing in front of him without moving at all.

Tarrant did not reply but he stared at the flat face that did not even flinch like nothing had happened before him.

"Do you know how I feel?" her question was staring at the girl who looked ordinary as if nothing had happened.

Cyra turned her silver eyes away, she looked the other way because she was reluctant to answer.

"Where's it wrong?" ask Tarrant who is confused because his sister was not like that.

Girls are sweet, easy to smile, cry or laugh and also easily feel scared and so naive and funny.

"What's that?" cyra asked who replied with a flat face and a cold voice.

"Since when have you changed?" tarrant asked, staring at his sister.

"When have you liked me?" ask Cyra who turned around even though the question was completely unrelated.

Tarrant did not answer, he was silent as if he had a tongue that was dumb to say the sentence he wanted to get out.

"You like a sweet kid like when I was a kid? But how? She's been dead for a long time" said Cyra, who smiled faintly as she looked at the man and then looked at him with a sharp gaze.

Tarrant silently said nothing but he turned his eyes away and no longer looked at his sister.

Cyra did not say anything else, he just took his breath and soon the man left the room he was in.

......................

Imperial Palace

Theodore stared at the pink clear liquid placed inside the beautiful glass bottle.

"He's back?" his murmured when he had heard the news brought by his subordinates.

"You've prepared a gem suitable for that bracelet? I want to finish this week without any mistakes." said he who told the knight what he wanted to be his trusted subordinate.

Knight Devye nodded, of course the bracelet made is not an ordinary clock but a clock used to suppress one's holy power while giving a container to move it.

And of course it all uses dark magic which is forbidden by the imperial law itself.

......................

One Week later

Duchy Helemites

The entire person who was in the hall room of the luxurious mansion lowered his head, paying respect to a son from the Imperial sun.

Duke Ekclart and Cyra are standing behind their father.

"No need to hesitate, I just want to visit my fiancee" she said with a beautiful smile like an angel.

Duke Ekclart smiled kindly as he looked towards his future son-in-law even though he was not a friendly person at all.

"Then you can do something comfortable in your opinion here" he said, giving freedom to the man in his mansion.

...

Two cups of tea with a beautiful-looking snack adorn a small table in the garden without a roof but with a view that is so beautiful.

"I heard you disappeared? Where have you been all this time?" asked Theodore who was staring at the girl who looked down like she was nervous and agitated.

With no answer, Cyra looked nervous like an innocent girl while linking her fingers to each other.

"Cyra?" call the man in such a soft voice.

Cyra did not answer but the nervous hand on the table began to be held by a large hand and then made her turn.

"What's wrong? You can say anything to me" said the man with a warm smile and a beautiful face, although his heart was not as beautiful as his appearance.

Cyra did not answer, the voice that was more that sounded so sickening and made her feel disgusted but of course she could not say it.