Prince Dusk
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Flashbacks
"You're beautiful, kind and smart, you shouldn't spend your time with a stupid man who can't love you. You deserve to be happy."
Those words that continue to ring in the ears of the Princess then ravage her head about the shadow of the future what she can achieve with the Prince.
Yes, the man who will officially become a priest and her husband in about 60 minutes. As long as it is now the Princess as at the end of the road, between having to keep stepping with the risk of loving without being loved or turning around to find the rest of happiness that may still be there that is worth fighting for.
"I want to be next to you, Ran. I-I, honestly I'm tired behind you continuously," said the Princess in front of the mirror while holding her face.
"Yes, I'm beautiful but my beauty can't make you fall in love. I am also good but all my kindness you reply because you only appreciate me, and my intelligence is actually not able to conquer your heart. So you don't really need that, do you?" he continued again with both eyes that already look glazed.
"You need comfort, and it's not with me."
The tears that fell he let wet his smooth cheeks, he said, for a very long time he was aware of this but still tried to avoid it because he still hoped there was a little gap in the heart of the Prince for him to enter. But, what?
Until at the beginning of the word Sah alone in fact there was never a shadow of his self in the eyes of the man. The man he teramat he loved the whole despite the fact continues to slap him to realize if Dusk is still his rival.
Right, if both fight, maybe the Princess is the one who will advance the front. But foolishly he was competing with a woman who had long settled in the heart of people who were struggling. He who works hard is also tired and he also gets nothing.
Chequelek
"So, haven't you changed your clothes yet?" ask the mother who entered with the two women who were previously expelled by the child.
"I don't want to get married!" he was firmly indifferent to Mother who immediately pulled her hand.
"If you want to fight later when it's legal. Throw away your ego first, son."
"I'm not fighting, Mom. I don't want to get married!" repeat the Princess this time in a slightly high tone.
"Why? just one more step and you're back? YOU MORON!" replied mom very angry.
"I would be a fool to marry him. I will be cared for by my own love, not his love. And it'll last a lifetime."
The princess started throwing whatever was nearby, and it was common for her to do so it was only natural that she would not be surprised except for the two women who were still standing by the door.
"But this is not a good time for you to realize! haven't we said that a long time ago, hem? now when everything is gathered you screw everything up. You want to humiliate us by running away at your wedding, don't you?!" shouted the powerless mother again holding back her anger.
"Mom take it easy, I'm not going anywhere because I'm tired..."
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I'm tired because the Prince doesn't love me, he just feels sorry for me...