Reflections
Drunken

"For?" Constantine stared lazily at his father. He folded his hands in front of his chest and casually raised his feet and placed them on the table.

"Is this how there is a princess?" Luo Yang screeched. Both of his eyebrows furrowed deeply. He stared at the seemingly innocent princess.

"You know, your kids used to ditch the adab lesson first. Then, we also threatened the teacher not to complain to you, the minister, or other managers." Constantine closed his eyes, then let out a long breath. He confirmed his position and returned to serious mode. "So, what am I supposed to do?"

"A few days ago, the Emperor and I had a secret meeting and made a deal. They won't let go of our Anming. However, if we do not want the people to be miserable, then we have to give you up. And the Emperor had mentioned marriage ...." Luo Yang looked at the female General's face doubtfully.

"You even want to make a deal like that without my knowledge. So ..., you guys really agree?"

"Yes. So .., An Yang, you should go to the imperial palace. Because they're asking you in return for our nation's independence."

Constantine laughed out loud. He stood up from his position, walked towards the corner of the room, and picked up a jug filled with wine. He then drank it with the original until the liquid spilled and wet his clothes.

"Don't you hate the pungent aroma of wine?" The King looked at his daughter in disbelief. The man raised his hand on the air that felt empty ~ wanted to stop, but was powerless.

"Arak can ease my pain." Constantine answered briefly. He looked at his father with reddened eyes, either because of drunkenness or because he wanted to cry.

"You can get drunk. The alcohol level is high. Stop wasting! It was expensive wine that was decades old. As King, I should even try harder to get it," he said, widening his eyes. Constantine ignored.

The daughter of Irene smiled foolishly, and looked at the father with a meaningful look. Luo Yang could feel the bad things that were about to happen; and sure enough, because after that, Constantine doused the wine all over his body until the toilet was not left.

"certain. Because ... My father pawned me?" Constantine laid his body on the cold marble floor.

Luo Yang highlighted his son in disbelief. In his entire life, after Irene's death, he had never seen his formidable daughter become that strong and weak. His conscience was slapped, but he could not forget his duty as a King.

"You're a good leader, but not a good man at all. You .. disappointed and hurt the people you were supposed to care for. Isn't that what you did to Mother and the Great General, Father? It's ...."

Constantine can't control himself anymore. His world felt spinning and all the shadows became multiplied in his eyes.

"You ..., why be five? No, two ..., four ..., three ..., two ..., six? A six? That many? Do you have the science of doubling up, Dad?"

Luo Yang massaged his temple. He looked at the princess who looked silly but also sad. The woman crawled slowly like a baby, then slowly grabbed a corner of the bed. He, then lay down on the mattress belonging to the King— to impurity him with wine that has made his body covered until sticky.

"Why are they asking me? And ... What if I reject it?" He closed his eyes, as if asleep.

"So what you say! This is your duty as a Princess. Sacrifice for your people and your family! Don't continue to be a useless figure, An Yang!"

Luo Yang looked at the princess with emotion. He, then moved from his position and left Constantine alone in his room. After that, the girl opened her eyes.

"I? Was useless? Then you'll take into account what I've been doing all this time? Didn't I also fight for Anming, albeit in a different way? You .... really are still the same Luo'er, as Mother told me. Why does my father have to be such a pesky person like you?"