Romantic Fantasy
Sheet 1: The Daffodil Massacre

Along the way to the Daffodil tribe, Frost always accompanied Zinn. As it turned out that Frost could be considerate of someone as well, Zinn had always thought that Frost was a cold man who did not care about anything.

“Are you sure you'll keep following me up there?” ask Zinn. “You better not add to the problem if you do not want to, Your Majesty.” Zinn sounded as if Frost would make matters even bigger if he took part in the affair this time.

Actually Zinn's intention was that with Frost's unstable emotions, sooner or later it would definitely cause trouble. Zinn let out a long sigh as Frost looked back at him coldly. Zinn just didn't want Frost to mess things up.

“I won't mess up. Today, I will be your subordinate,” Frost said in a displeased tone. Frost was not happy because Zinn seemed to be underestimating himself and did not believe him. No one likes to be suspected.

Zinn understood Frost's heart intent. “Your Majesty, all I need is a colleague, not a subordinate. If you sincerely cooperate with me, I won't dispute anything. I hope you don't make a big problem for me.”

Frost simply fell silent, not replying to Zinn's words. Zinn stopped walking and looked towards Frost. “I'm sorry if I said it doesn't match what Your Majesty wants to hear.” Zinn lowered his head, he quite understood that Frost only wanted to be happy.

Frost turned his gaze the other way. Frost really could not guess what was inside Zinn's mind. On the one hand, Zinn is a very emotional woman and does not pay great attention, even sometimes very sarcastic. But on the other hand, the woman was also someone gentle and considerate.

Zinnia Pramidita Ganache, which one is the real you? Why on the one hand are you so rude, but on the other you're so gentle? inner Frost. Frost did not understand about Zinn's change in attitude. Only one he knew: Zinn was a kind-hearted person.

“I want to ask you something if you don't mind it,” said Zinn. Zinn looked exhausted and needed a rest. The journey from Castleton Palace to the Daffodil area does require at least half a day of walking.

Frost understood that Zinn was exhausted, nor did he bother about anything Zinn would ask. Frost knew that Zinn wouldn't just ask about something. But Frost's feeling wasn't so good, it seemed like Frost knew what Zinn was going to ask.

“You want to ask about my past? How can I hold such a high position in Regancy? Why am I nicknamed the Devil by people?” ask Frost.

“Not,” Zinn replied. Frost was getting curious about the woman. “I want to ask, have you ever been cursed by someone? I can see it, the curse.”

Frost's memory goes back to the night that he slaughtered the entire Castleton Palace and Empress Castleton cursed her.

Frost glanced at Zinn, he could not believe what his ears had just heard. “How did you know about the curse?”

“I've told you that I can see the curse attached to you,” Zinn replied. “I have step expertise. Only the pure Ganache tribe has a blessing like this.”

“Leave it. I was once cursed, but nothing has changed from my life,” Frost said, trying to avoid further questions from Zinn.

“Yes, you shouldn't ask about it,” Frost said. Frost sounded displeased, too, because Zinn knew he had a curse.

Zinn clasped Frost's hand and smiled at the owner of the golden eye bead. “You don't worry. I'm not the one who's going to betray you.”

“Everyone said that to me when I was a kid. Finally, I remained betrayed by them.” Frost was mocking Zinn. “I don't need anyone else. They're hypocrites.”

“Does that mean I am also a hypocrite, Your Majesty?” ask Zinn. Zinn was really not afraid of death, today alone I don't know how many times he offended Frost. If Zinn were someone else, perhaps Frost would not consider how precious his life was. Zinn was one of a thousand people who dared to fight Frost and perhaps, won.

“Can you not provoke my anger for a day?” frost asked without answering Zinn. Frost knew that Zinn was not a hypocrite. Frost knew he was too emotional, but it was all because of the curse he was given. He was hated by many because of his attitude. No one will understand the meaning of his heart.

“How about I say that I know what Your Majesty means?” Zinn stared softly into Frost's eyes. The owner of the pink eye bead was smiling sweetly. “I know that Your Majesty does not want to be hated by anyone, Your Majesty also wants to be happy like ordinary people. I have never hated Your Majesty, even though Your Majesty likes to force.”

“Did I ever force you to do something you didn't like?” Frost suddenly picked up Zinn. Frost knew that Zinn could no longer travel further. After all, Zinn's body was weak and Frost knew that. “Do not misunderstand! I know your body is not strong and easily exhausted.”

"Now His Majesty is forcing me," Zinn said with his haughty face. "Look, I'm still fine and His Majesty thinks I'm not okay. Even committing violations against the norms of men and women."

Frost silenced Zinn's lips using his lips. Somehow Frost could not ignore Zinn's words, even though he could ignore the words of others.

Zinn rounded his eyes, thrashed and tried to break free. "What are you doing?" zinn asked as Frost gave a brief peck on his cheek. "Did you know that unmarried men and women are not allowed to touch directly?"

"I don't care, Ganache. You're making my patience run out. Of course I have to punish you" Frost said. "At least, for now you're still very useful to me. I'm not gonna cut off your head."

"Did you know if you were to fondle someone from the Ganache tribe, you would be exposed to the Love Magic?" ask Zinn.

Frost did not hear what Zinn was saying because he was focused on the scene before him. Frost believed Zinn's words about the Daffodil massacre. In front of his eyes, the ground turned red and blood poured out like a small river. Some of the bodies even look headless. The severed heads were stuck using wood, forming a row that resembled a fence.

Zinn himself pensively stared at the terrifying sight. Zinn's stomach twists and creates the sensation of wanting to vomit. Zinn's face looked pale.

What the hell is going on here? inner Zinn limp.