My Husband is a King
Grief Grief
Vibrating, the princess' hands and feet began to turn blue. Without any warm clothes and proper food for her to eat, princess Estelle suffers under the drizzle of rain that begins to drench the pine forest.
The princess' body was still attached to the pine trees. Tears soaked her shabby cheeks and there were several small wounds on her body.
“Di .. ngin ...” The princess whimpered feeling the low temperature of the night that pierced to the bone.
“Ssszh ...” Princess Estelle hissed, filling the air through the sidelines of her teeth. Cold air touched the ceiling of his mouth. “Di .. ngin ...”
“Di .. ngin ...”
“Di .. ngin ...”
Princess Estelle groaned many times feeling the torment of the cold all over her body. Not to mention the twists and turns of pain that pierced his heart. He felt hungry, plus the bond on his stomach was very torturous.
Tears kept dripping down his cheeks. Is this how God will repay his actions?
What evil have I done to you, O Lord? Why do you torture me with this kind of pain. After you gave me a father who always treated me unfairly, you brought me a strange disease that took my mother's life, and now who are these people? Why did you let them hurt me? What sins have I committed in my previous life?
The princess complained in her heart. He called on the name of God to help him. He complained to blame God's fate for tormenting him.
“Shut!” That clash actually happened right in front of his face.
“This!” The man with the codet guarding it stuffed something into the mouth of the princess. Then he did not hesitate to tie the sidelines of the mouth, so that the princess was shut and could not speak anymore.
“Uhuk uhuk!” The princess choked because the soldier stuffed a lump of cloth and tied it to her jaw.
“Where is prince Aro! If we stay here for a long time, we can be found out!” lamented the soldier's blotch.
“Be quiet, Princess crybaby! Don't bother my job. They're having fun looking for that gold, while I'm assigned to look after that annoying crybaby princess like you!” The soldier continued to complain.
The princess was crying. Maybe this is the end of his life? In this kind of misery, the daughter of Estelle remembers her late mother who always gave comfort to her. However, after his mother died, the comfort was no longer obtained. It's just that, even though the comfort of a mother does not get. A comfort in another form at this time also often he felt.
“Pange ... ran Arsh .. lan ...,” whirred the princess with a soft and vague voice. He muttered the name of someone who gave a different taste when together. The comfort and warmth they felt together reflected back in the trajectory of the princess's mind.
“Pange ... ran Arsh ... lan …. Please me ...” He begged someone who was not near him. But the only hope that came to his mind, was only him, only that man who had managed to flip through his feelings. Although what the princess muttered was unclear, her voice could still be heard.
“You from earlier can not be silent, yes, Princess crybaby?” The soldier snapped again. "Oh, I know. You must be cold, right?"
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