Own Crowning: Reincarnation as Queen
ACCEPT THIS!!

What a beautiful morning. Beautiful for Meira who is experiencing victory. How's it feel? It feels like winning the lottery!

Meira wakes. Not because of the sun or the birds. He woke up because he wanted to wake up. Great right?

The door sounds open. Rodiah came with a tray of bread and milk. Rodiah put it on the table.

"The fresh milk. Was this just milked?" Meira's asking is just a stale base.

Rodiah sat down after Meira sat down. It is not Rodiah's disrespectful nature, it's just that Meira does not want to be treated with the queen's appendage. She also knows she's the queen here.

"I don't know Miss Meira. I'll ask you later" replied Rodiah.

"Ah, you are! I'm just kidding!" Meira patted Rodiah's shoulder gently. It's very awkward. It rarely happens between a queen and a lady.

"Then take me around town. oh, yeah, I think I'm going to the market!" Meira opened her closet. Although he was still in the purple palace, but the waiter was ready to bring him clothes.

"Ahhh, the clothes are really ribetin. Time yes to the market for his clothes as luxurious." Meira muttered with a hand that still chose clothes. Rodiah heard it as if his ears were foreign. A different log than he knew.

Meira's gaze fell on the yellow clothes. Simple with wide collar. He took scissors and cut lace full of jewels.

"Taraa....Like this is simpler. I will definitely be comfortable using this." murmured Meira.

Rodiah widened his eyes. How not? rarely does a queen want to wear a commoner's dress. Meira's existence will be underestimated by the haughty people of diamond-covered.

"Rodiah you can wait outside. I'll be right up to you" Meira brought the shirt to wear.

"Okay, Your Majesty."

Meira put it on and smeared a bit of sow powder. Not to forget he wears a very manual fragrance. Without the perfume bottles that he used to wear.

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"Well, a lot of people too. Why so many?" Meira and Rodiah explore the existing market. They stopped when they saw the crowd.

"It looks like there's a festival," Rodiah surmised, as well as Meira.

"Godzhhh...."

Meira falls . A Man nudged him. With worry Rodiah helped Meira stand up. The fallen Meira looked at the man in his noble clothes.

"Based on you, motherfucker!!!" Murka Meira's.

The man looked at Meira mockingly. Sneezy eyes and raised eyebrows. Don't forget her slanted lips. That's enough to piss Meira off.

"You what, Huh?!" get that guy.

Rodiah who had not had time to make Meira stand also got a hard kick from the man earlier.

"Arghhh" cried Meira.

The man crouched down to equalize his position with Meira. He touched Meira's forehead casually.

"Stop your filthy hands, man!" Meira's Sweats.

"Like this, huh, like this?!!" As if not satisfied, the man slapped Meira on the cheek. Repeatedly.

"You can't be warned apparently?!" with Meira standing up. He patted his skirt slowly so that the ground attached to his skirt fell.

"Hmm, are you challenging me?" Meira asked with a smile. The man was still looking at her with that look. Yes, that one. The lips are slanted, the eyebrows are up, and the eyes are cynical.

"Basic of the commoners," the man's ejek.

"Oh. so commoners, huh?" Meira approached the man.

"The corrupt noble!!! ACCEPT THIS!"

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