My Bad Princess's
Bad dream's?

Duchy Helemites

The silver eyes were staring at the man who was still asleep or more accurately unconscious.

There were no injuries but all the clothes that the handsome man was wearing looked covered in blood.

Cyra took her breath, she put her sister's sleeping pajamas on the man and of course she asked for her own but still kept the man's whereabouts a secret.

"Dead, that means it's her way?"

His murmur was soft, not only would he die if the devil who made his pact with him died but instead, it also applies to the demon.

Although there should be no reciprocal relationship but still because which is not balanced makes it happen.

"You slept well? Have you met your angel?" cyra muttered while waiting for the man to wake up.

...

The light of the sun came, the morning struck with all its rays that had come. The eyes that were as dark as his hair were slowly opening.

A frowning forehead as he begins to realize if he is aware in a place that is not his should.

The deg!

Alessio woke up, the interior of the room is very different from his own, looks so classic like coming from a different world.

The man moved, now there was no more pain in his body. Everything happens like nothing.

He got up, but the fine strand made him turn.

Bright and shiny color, a face that tends to pale with red lips and lashes that are pliable but still closed.

"This isn't a dream? Or dreams?"

The silver eyes were slowly opened, the iris showing vigilance and naturally stared at him without surprise.

"You awake?"

Cyra took her breath, staring at the man who looked so surprised.

"It's real? Si! I think I'm having a bad dream!" said Alessio who then laid his body and patted his forehead.

Cyra was silent for a moment, looking at the man who seemed to not want to talk anything and like showing if he got bad luck when he met again.

"Meeting with me was a nightmare?" cyra asked as she looked towards the man once more with an unmoved look.

The man did not answer and only heard a breath when he heard a question that was not even thought of by him.

"Yes, you're like a nightmare that can drive me crazy. No one recognizes you, you're like you never existed at all but why can I remember?

"I saw the unreal with my own eyes and made me die unwilling to believe and then after I saw the magic it all disappeared, like a soap bubble bursting in the air."

"It's just like making me a clown,"

The man replied softly who did not even want to look at the girl next to him who thought it was like toying with her emotionally.

Cyra just kept quiet, she knew everything was too out of her mind for someone who lived in a world that didn't even know what magic was.

He approached the man, grabbed his body and touched a cheek that did not even look at him.

"Am I like a nightmare to you? In the sense that you hate me?" ask Cyra again.

Alessio averted his gaze and certainly where could he possibly turn his face as he looked towards the face of someone who was in front of him.

The fine and shiny strands of hair fell tickling her cheeks and face, silver eyes that were like giving a magic that wanted to make her lips become silenced.