My Bad Princess's
Lost him

Alessio turned around, he no longer looked at the girl who looked quite badly injured.

Don't know what he's saying and don't know what's going on, but clearly he has to know who's doing it.

Cyra took her breath, she said nothing and also did not prevent the man from leaving.

His body can not be moved but it does not matter because he can restore it later.

The silver eyes closed, he had no idea what the man was thinking and what was going to happen.

His body seemed to die, he seemed to have lost everything and he could no longer do anything.

"Like her she's been completely insane..."

The girl muttered softly because she knew who was behind the ruined celebration of the opening of the Goddess statue itself.

...

The man's eyes stared straight, saying nothing but waiting for an answer.

"You've seen her?"

Tarrant took a breath and then looked into those sharp eyes while looking at him with a gaze that knew what the man was thinking.

"Who did it? Is that what I think it is?" her question was staring at the man who looked silent and kept an answer.

"You know? This family is not okay from the beginning and of course it is what I can not cover if you live in this place," he replied flatly as usual to see it.

"Then? If this family does not exist then there is no need for such a thing, right?" her question was staring with a different looking eye.

Tarrant did not answer but his frowning eyes looked at the man who gave a strange answer to him.

"Then I'll ask you one last thing, I heard he has the blood of the Goddess but he also made a pact with the devil, what about healing his wounds? Didn't you guys wear something called white magic and Goddess power?" her question was staring in confusion.

"He's got a way to deal with that, you'll probably know that you've been around for a long time but if you open your mouth to it you'll die," tarrant replied, who then left the man.

He couldn't possibly tell something that would be like a secret to him and his 'loved' sister.

"Dead? Who does he think he can say that to me?" his murmur was staring at the man who passed before he knew why it was said to him.

...

Two days later.

The girl opened her eyes, this time she was already in her room with new clothes and wounds that had been wrapped.

Her silver eyes were staring towards someone who was standing waiting for her to wake up with a gaze of a face filled with questions.

"Are you sleeping with your brother?" tanya who stared with a frowning look even after the girl woke up.

There is no question how and how he felt.

"Well..."

"Jawab," this time Alessio approached the edge of the bed and then looked at the girl with a gaze that should be immediately answered.

"No," answered Cyra briefly who then returned to cursing.

The man said nothing, though, he remembered a few hearts ago when the beautiful silver-eyed girl was brought out of prison and at that time he knew what Tarrant had said before him.

Seeing a man kissing the lips of an unconscious girl and then the white light that came brightly like the light of the sun.

Soon the wounds on the girl's body disappeared and then slowly improved.

"I saw her," she said softly, which made the girl re-open her eyes.

"What do you see? She fucked me? Or are we sleeping together in your eyes?" ask Cyra who then looks over.

"He crossed his line as a brother," answered her softly who then looked towards the man.

"That means you don't see him doing anything like that, do you?" asked Cyra who let out her breath.

"When are you going to be like that?" asked Alessio who then rubbed the cheeks of the girl who was so soft.

"You know who did this to me? And again, you won't be able to do it." An answer that sounds ambiguous and has a meaning like a challenge to the man.

"If I get rid of your first variable, you won't need to be touched by it, will you?" he asked who was looking at the girl.

Cyra did not say anything, he did not understand what the man in front of him wanted but could not carelessly answer.

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

One Week later.

The wheels were turning as the carriage overturned, the chasm was high and it certainly made someone who was inside of it injured.

"Dead? Haven't ya?"

A voice that sounded while looking down at someone inside her.

There was no answer other than a voice with a heavy gasp of breath due to a considerable wound.

Brak!

"Akh!"

The voice that sounded was like whimpering, a power that even came from nowhere, as if capable of making him do things that would not even be thought of by anyone.

The smell of rancid and fishy smelled clearly, the blood and rolling eyes made the man retreat one step.

A smile looks satisfied and eyes that cross red at a glance.

The gurgling from the heavy rain was now beginning to disappear. The wet soil and grass that has a distinctive aroma make a faint smell of carnation that envelops the horse crete.