My Husband is a King
Is He Angry?
"Thank you." The prince kept the cup of the potion back on the tray to be brought back by the palace maid.
"Is there anything else needed, Prince?" ask the man's servant with a thin mustache.
"Emmmh, for now not. But ... in two hours, bring me the same potion. Your supplies are still there, right?" pinta the prince while he was still lying on the bed belonging to princess Estelle.
"There is still, Your Highness, Prince. But ...."
"Why?"
"But the ingredients of the potion are only one more dose, Your Majesty. Because His Highness the prince just drank it again." The waiter reminded.
"Haissh," sighed prince Arshlan. "Is princess Estelle still not here?"
The waiter nodded.
"She should have gotten the forest ginseng and gone home soon. What took him so long?" prince Arshlan again.
The waiter remained silent.
He took his phone and saw that Estelle's daughter might be texting him again.
[A scraping of the wound on your skin will be my responsibility, my beautiful daughter. :)] ~ Prince Arshlan.
It was the last message that Prince Arshlan sent. But the princess did not give a reply. In fact, the check mark already indicates if the message has been read.
"Is he angry?" Prince Arshlan read the message while raising his eyebrows.
"There's nothing wrong with my message." He put his phone back on the nightstand.
"Oh, yes, waiter. You can go! I'll call you back if I need anything."
The prince laid his back on the princess' bed. He thought again, about where princess Estelle went and why the princess did not reply again to her message.
"He couldn't have escaped from this palace, right? Here is his home. She was angry with me, where perhaps the crybaby princess dared to run away and not go back to her own palace" murmured the prince of Arshlan.
Ting
A message came in from Prince Arshlan's cell phone.
[Prince, our palace is under attack. Minister Garfield went on a rampage and attacked King Gerald. If you'd like, please help Your Majesty.] ~ Raisilian Security.
"What?" The prince put down his cell phone.
Without ba bi bu, he immediately took off his sleeping pajamas and returned to wearing his usual suit.
Boots.
And don't forget, glasses.
The cling!
"I must be better looking than Gerald."
He also scolded. "Ah, v*lan. Why does Gerald always look so much better!"
Prince Arshlan left the mirror and finally, put a cigarette and a gas lighter into his suit.
"Dad, you can't miss."
The prince immediately ran out of the room. He passed through the Noirland guards in every area he passed.
Heading to the parking area, he approached where his motorbike was parked. The bike belonged to the Gerald king who he borrowed to go to Noirland.
Ordinary people would never be able to ride motorcycles between countries like Prince Arshlan did. However, this was the prince of Arshlan, the black dragon from the east. Walking from the border forest to the palace of Raisilian he had done.
The servants he passed by immediately got out of the way. Some even lost their balance due to the prince's rapid movements. The parking lot that Prince Arshlan used was near the kitchen. Because that's the area closest to princess Estelle's room, if she breaks through by climbing of course.
Tililitic. The head of the cell phone sounded.
"Hello?"
"What's? Whahuh? It's less clear there."
Tuuut tuut
"Wine! Princess Estelle's entourage was attacked by scushers!"
Prince Arshlan who was about to wear a helmet put back his helmet and looked at the ladies and the other kitchen staff.
The lady-in-waiting and the kitchen staff understood the meaning of the prince's gaze, and they nodded at once.
"Send help to the location point where the princess' entourage is!" the head of the lady.
Not one second, the prince Arshlan was riding his motorbike and out of the Noirland palace area.
"Gerald, I'm sorry! Minister Garfield is indeed much stronger than you, but this is your lucky day! I have to save that little girl who was unlucky today!"