Sleeping Beauty Wants The Throne
67. Farewell in Sweet Times

The atmosphere of the southern palace felt lonely and cold. The servants and soldiers that were in force were far less than the middle palace. Giselle would have been reluctant to climb if her mother, Monetta, had not been stationed here since Alastair ascended the throne.

Monetta was only the wife of the previous king. No longer respected, it just looks like it was thrown away.

"Is my mom inside?"

The waiter standing in front of her room door nodded. "He's been waiting for your arrival since this afternoon."

Upon hearing the reply, Giselle unhesitatingly opened the door of the former queen's room. There, in a room that could still be said to be quite decent Monetta was lying down, turning her back to Giselle who was still standing in front of the door.

"Mother."

"For a long time," the protest was cold. "Are you going to act like them too, Giselle? Ignoring the mother for giving birth to a useless child like Evandre?"

"I-I didn't mean it, mother—"

"Goodoo. Right now, you're the only one I can hope for."

Monetta got out of bed. Let Giselle sit on a soft blue sofa arranged nicely in the corner of the room. Besides, a giant window seemed wide open, presenting a view that led directly to the outside of the palace. Above the sky, Giselle could clearly see the full moon as if participating in their conversation.

"This place is not worth it. How can you hold it?" giselle asked shuddering, "It should be before moving to help the Emperor, that mother can think more maturely. Now look, what he's done to mom."

"That day I was consumed by the Queen's incitement to kill my own son." Monetta cleared her throat, feeling awkward as she summoned Crystal Lady as Empress. "He came at the right time, the day I was devastated. My emotions certainly exploded immediately and tended to be not careful after knowing that it turned out that the killer was Evandre. It's my fault, and for that I'll fix it."

"How?"

"Don't you tell me?" He smiled slanted. "You're the only one I can hope for" she repeated with emphasis.

"I can't!" Giselle cut him off loud. "I don't want to act like Evandre. Killing, poisoning, everything I wouldn't be willing to do. Please do it yourself, but the consequences never involve me."

Giselle stood up, stepped quickly towards the door but Monetta again added.

"I'm not asking you to kill anyone, Giselle. Your brother's fault, don't you ever copy."

Giselle turned her head, "What does mother mean?"

"Come on, don't be in a hurry." He chuckled, "You want me back in power, don't you?"

Giselle nodded.

"You want this mother of yours not to live in a slum like this anymore, right?"

Giselle nodded again.

"Then woo the emperor."

Giselle glares, "What?!"

"At least gradually, my daughter. It doesn't matter if your position is as a concubine." He looked at his daughter seriously. "I heard the Earl of Travis wants to break off your engagement. Is that true?"

Giselle was silent for a moment. His tongue was a little mute, unable to answer the mother's question.

"I'm asking you, Giselle la Empyrean!"

"D-he loves another woman. The Earl of Travis said he would propose to the woman in the middle of this month" he replied slowly.

"Female fiancee people, really shameless. Which noble family did he come from?"

"That's ...." Giselle scrimps her dress, knowing how the mother would react if she knew who she was. "She's Crystal Lady's maid. If it's not wrong, it's Rose Azuritte."

Monetta laughed amusedly, "You princess turned out to be outmatched by a lowly servant." His laughter broke cynically. And sure enough, after laughing, he suddenly snapped. "It's really embarrassing, all this time, what have you learned?!"

Afraid that her mother would throw a punch, Giselle hurriedly knelt down, bowing her head. Slowly a small stuffing came out of his lips. "D-he's a seductress, ma'am. I don't know what he gave the Earl of Travis to the point that he wanted to marry that woman without a second thought."

"Here you go, you're gonna get a much better man anyway."

Monetta's been a fool, the woman just walked up to the dresser. No matter her husband's funeral was still not dry, she boldly smeared lipstick over her pale lips after a few days of not using the colored object.

"Tomorrow I will make a plea to the Emperor so that he can make you his first concubine. He should've paid for my services for helping get rid of Evandre." He looked satisfied with the bright red color attached to his lips. "If you succeed in becoming a concubine, our path will be easier. The seat of the empress is in sight, it remains to eject the Odyssey de Cera and its full power will be yours. And me? Of course I can come back to power, can't I, dear Giselle?"

Giselle was doubtful. He admitted, he still harbored feelings for Alastair. But it feels .. he is not so hearty to break the relationship of the new couple.

Giselle had already felt how hurt it was when the Earl of Travis turned away from her and chose another woman. But in this case, Giselle herself could not blame Travis because she was the first to betray and undermine the man's trust.

A few days ago, Giselle dared to spend the night with a handsome nobleman who did not have a fiefdom. It was discovered by the Earl of Travis.

Now, as a fellow female, she did not want Odyssey to feel the same pain. But at the request of the mother ... how could Giselle refuse?

"I will make a move if my mother's request to make me a concubine has been accepted by the Emperor" he replied heartily.

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Slowly the sun rose upwards, barging in through the cracks of the curtains that were hung in front of the windows of the contest rooms of the Emperor and the Empress.

A moment after waking up, Alastair turned his head to the side. Found his wife who was still fast asleep with regular breathing. His hands were outstretched, sweeping Luz's hair child clinging to the sweat that adorned his forehead.

"Good morning."

Alastair smiled gently as Luz slowly opened her eyes. Funny when adjusting his eyesight that was hit by the warm light of the sun.

"Your Majesty, is it noon?"

Luz slowly got up, still maintaining his blanket in front of his chest. But Alastair did not think the same, the man pulled his wife back to lie down and huddled between his two muscular arms.

"Wixie ... Do you know anything?"

"What's that?"

"If I love you more than anything." Alastair moved forward, grabbed Luz's forehead and gave a kiss there. "Whatever you want, whatever it is. Just tell me. I will try my best to make it happen even if I have to find the end of the world."

Luz chuckled. Cupping her husband's face with anxiety, "Isn't what I want already in plain sight. Why seek other happiness?"

After saying this, Luz's attention accidentally moved from Alastair to his hand. Not an illusion, Luz could actually see clearly if his fingertips turned like smoke, forming a black fog that slowly obliterated parts of his body one by one.

"Airand ...."

Alastair who was surprised by the change in Luz's expression slowly touched Luz's hand that was perched on her cheek. His eyes widened in disbelief as he watched how Luz would disappear. Right in front of his own eyes.

"Love, tell me what's going on?!"

"My curse is gone" he said in a trembling voice. Luz recalled, something similar happened just before he woke up in the body of Odyssey. "Alastair, if I'm gone, please be a great Emperor. I trust—"

In an instant, things turned around. Their happiness is lost when Luz must be confronted with the fact that he must return. The woman's breath was wheezing, the black fog that was swallowing ferociously had already spread all the way to the chest cavity. Drowned almost his entire body.

"I believe we will stay together despite being in a different world."

"LOVELY!" Alastair attempts to scoop up the black fog that creeps on Luz's body. No, his wife can't leave. "Wait a minute, I'll find Sir O'Leary!"

"no need. If you leave now, we'll never see each other again."

Can't do anything. For the first time, Alastair's mind was in a frenzy. All her life, she had never gotten into any weird cases involving different distances and ages.

"One thing you need to know. After our wedding, I'll never think of wishing you a beating" Luz said one last time. Then sincerely gave a thin smile, a sign of goodbye before his body was swept away like sand hit by waves.

The black smoke of his wife's departure seemed to be dancing in the air. Alastair touches the last smoke, before the mist of the curse makes Luz disappear completely from Sormenia.

The curse disappeared after they expressed feelings for each other.

And after Luz's departure, the room was again dominated by a feeling of emptiness and emptiness. Silent, the roar of Alastair's hunting breath took over the atmosphere. The leader, who initially hated women, has now been abandoned by the woman he loved.

For the first time in decades, Alastair returned to tears. The feeling of tightness, anger, and helplessness was again present within him.

For the first time in decades, Alastair asked again. Why does God always get rid of everyone he loves? Starting with parents and then couples. Why does life never seem to be fair to her?

After this incident, Alastair's heart that began to warm slowly died again.

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Not strong, please Alastair don't be sad. Instead of worrying, mending find a new wife😭💔

Remember her future husband Luz in New York, Erickson? Does anyone still expect Luz to be the same guy she lives in fitting to the wedding🤔

All sorts of uneg-unegs, criticisms, and suggestions can be written in the comments field. Waiting for you yes. Moreover, wejangan make it Alastair, please also gapapa. Kasian is still sad but ntar if he committed suicide is difficult😭

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^^^Luztair🤴👸^^^