Sleeping Beauty Wants The Throne
25. The Crown Prince's

"Crown prince?"

Evandre did not answer. Again, a knock on his doorstep was heard again but this time it was louder.

"Crown prince, are you inside?"

"Damn!"

Evandre woke up from his bed with unstable emotions. He immediately picked up his clothes scattered on the floor and moved from there.

"Who is that, crown prince?" ask a woman with a distinctive hoarse voice to wake up. His body was not covered by a thread, only protected by a white blanket owned by Evandre.

"It looks like my right hand." Evandre buttoned his clothes in a hurry. "Wait here for a minute, baby."

Evandre opened the door. The face of a twenty-year-old man known to him as Lord Cornelius, his right hand stood in the doorway.

"What's up, Cornelius. It's still early morning."

"There are a few things I'd like to talk about about the soldier's budget." Lord Cornelius silently noticed Evandre's appearance and he instantly learned what the crown prince had done in his room. "If you don't mind, we can discuss it now."

"No problem." Shamelessly Evandre came out of his room still complete with silk pajamas and a vest. "We're talking about this in my office."

"Before that, I wanted to deliver a letter."

Evandre turned around, "From whom?"

"From Lady Odyssey de Cera, second daughter of the Marquis of Thompsville, your highness."

"Oh, that woman." Evandre chuckles. "He answered my letter so quickly. He must have been enamored with my charm, right?"

They both stepped into the workspace. Lord Cornelius frowned, "You also teased Lady de Cera?"

Evandre flicked his shoulders, "It's commonplace among men," he replied casually. "But how many women I'm currently with, I'm only going to marry Lady Odyssey in the end."

"Why is that?"

Evandre replied casually, "She's a woman fit to keep the balance of my throne going forward."

"Why should that innocent woman?" sahut Lord Cornelius pity. "If you choose Lady Athene, I think it's more worth it and powerful. After all, Lady Athene is the oldest sister."

"You know, Cornelius, in the Thompsville family, Lady Athene's place was just a display. He is not at all proficient in the field of government." replied Evandre lightly. "But Lady Odyssey. From her gaze, I knew she was a calculating woman before acting. She's capable, and I heard before long she was trying to win her brother's title."

"Well, really?" Lord Cornelius's eyeballs are rounded. "How do you know?"

Evandre screeched, "My spies are everywhere."

Lord Cornelius blinked in disbelief, he asked once more to be sure. "You really want to marry her, make her the crown princess?"

Evandre. "Smart, beautiful, talented, and come from a famous family. Which man can resist?"

"Now I must reply to the message as soon as possible." Evandre smiled faintly. "With a little bit of seduction and a word of love, maybe she's falling more and more into my arms."

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From the day the Marchioness grabbed Luz to the extent of his scalp being injured, the two lions never met again. The Marchioness was busy with party invitations along with Athene, but Luz was different. The girl was busy looking around at the bustling and fun March —power city— Thompsville.

Luz this time alone. He did not want to take Rose a second time after remembering how she was wounded by Athene's crimes. Luz also did not invite Ochonner, because after the incident yesterday the man immediately returned to duty at the Grand Duchy of Brighton even without permission from the Marquis and Marchioness Thompsville. He was really angry at this twin of his.

"No, I won't allow it!" Ochonner floundered like a fish that was dragged by the waves to the shore. "Odyssey, off or you don't give me any more money!"

"So from that, I want to work and not ask for your money anymore." Without asking for permission, Luz smeared a sponge on the powder he was carrying. "Shut up and see how this makeup works."

Before doing the action, Luz looked to the side and saw how the Grand Duke was holding back a laugh until his face turned red. His shoulders trembled, but his mouth did not produce any amused sound.

"Don't be happy first, Grand duke. After this it's your turn that I'm gonna decorate, okay?"

Suddenly the Grand Duke stopped laughing and then he cleared his throat, "No, one person is enough as an experiment."

"You guys are so mean!" Ochonner tried to remove the rope that tied his hands and feet. But late, a sponge covered in powder suddenly landed right on his cheek. "YYYYYYYY!!"

Luz glared and then hit his sister on the head. "Don't overdo it, I'm surprised!"

"In the law in the dungeon may be better than this." Ochonner squirms when Luz wants to give lipstick maroon color until it hits his chin. "Odyssey, stop!"

"Lady de Cera, that's enough. I believe you." Over time the Grand Duke could not stand watching the criminal misdeeds that were happening right before his eyes at this time. "Let go of Ochonner, I've recognized you as a competent fairy."

Along the way, Luz did not stop remembering the funny thing until his lips twitched to hold back the turmoil of laughter that wanted to spurt out. But it is impossible to laugh here because people will label themselves as insane.

"Ochonner would be beautiful if he wanted to be invited to cooperate at that time," Luz muttered and then again held back a laugh.

"Look, that woman seems to have gone crazy after flirting with people's husbands!"

Luz never felt like she was teasing anyone's husband, so she kept walking still with the same expression.

"Bitch, I'm talking to you!"

The Marchioness Galilee unceremoniously pulled Luz's headdress down until she saw a rare shade of mane. People immediately recognized her, because the other lady in the Thompsville manor house did not have a similar hair color.

"Is Lady de Cera still chasing her ex-fiancee? Poor Marchioness Galilee, she must be heartbroken!"

"That's the result, the Marchioness Galilee was too willing to take the risk of marrying someone else's ex-fiancee. Now look, just wait for the Marquis of Galilee to betray then it's over his life!"

Luz looked at him from top to bottom. The woman who was not much her age, was pregnant, and Luz heard she was the Marchioness of Galilee, the wife of the basket boy.

"Sorry, have we met before?"

"You're my husband's usurper!" the Marchioness with a breath of breath. "I won't let you ruin my household and the Marquis of Galilee. So before that happens, step over my corpse!"

"Other times before attacking others, please include evidence." Luz snatched away the cover of his head that was in the hands of the Marchioness Galilee.

"You're the one who invited the Marquis of Galilee to the Thompsville manor house, right? Say it!"

Oh, Luz remember. It was the same day that Luz threw his shoes right at the face of the Marquis of Galilee.

"News from where it is. Do you believe me, well, that's naive." Luz laughed amusedly. "On that day, I just invited the bachelors to the Thompsville manor house to get acquainted. But strangely your husband also took part when no invitation was written for him. If you still don't believe it, please ask the other gentleman who came on that day."

The Galilee Marchioness growled furiously, clenching her hands until her fingers turned white.

"By the way, being angry is not good for you." Luz waltzed away but he turned back around with a worried look made up. "The baby in your stomach. If you can't control your emotions well, then your bad attitude will rub off on her."

Checkmate!