The Bodyguard's
The Coronation Prince

From a spacious room, Carlo could watch every corner of the room in his magnificent palace through several large monitors displayed there. The man who looked very handsome that night, exhaled slowly, when he could not find Miabella among the hundreds of guests who had been present.

Carlo got up from his seat, then rushed outside the secret room he had occupied for almost an hour. He walked down the hall connecting the secret room with the party hall. A few meters in front of the handsome man, Grigori, Ivan, and also Igor were already standing gallantly waiting for him.

“Your coronation party will be held shortly, Sir. I hope you prepare behind the scenes until the Great Priestess calls,” Grigori said.

“Sure. I'll stand here,” reply Carlo tried to look excited, even though he was hit by an incredible concussion.

“Good, Sir. We excuse you.” Igor and Ivan bowed simultaneously, before following Grigori's steps towards the party hall.

In the super spacious room with luxurious interior decoration, guests have gathered in their respective seats. They all circled the table in a circular form, decorated with maroon-red tablecloths. Marco de Luca with his wife Daniella and his two sons, Romeo and Tobiah. At the next table, Adriano sits flanked by Mia and her youngest daughter Adriana.

The two families who had a warm conversation had to end their conversation, when they heard a microphone transmitted through a loudspeaker and heard the powerful heavy voice of Grigori. The middle-aged man gave a welcome to greet the guests who had attended.

“We welcome you to the main palace of the Volkov family. For decades, this place has been in darkness. However, now that our young master has returned to bring a beam of light to this magnificent place,” said Grigori, making guests simultaneously look towards the elegant design stage in front.

“Therefore, in order to welcome the massive transformation in the body of the Red Wolf organization, we are having this big party. We also intend to perform the inauguration as well as the coronation of the new clan lord. He is a direct descendant of the late master Nikolai Volkov. From it, flows the pure blood of Yuri Volkov, the First Wolf who leads the Russian underground world.” The explanation of the Grigori ended with the stage lights and the entire room suddenly dimmed.

Simultaneously, from each of the doors scattered on each side of the hall, dozens of red-robed men entered. They lined up neatly while carrying torches in their right hands, then gathered at one point that was right in front of the stage.

One by one the red-robed man went up the stage while continuing to lift the brightly lit torch. They lined up again and turned to face the audience. The men, all of whom were large, took off the robes they wore in unison, and threw them on the floor.

Instantly, there appeared to be burly bodies filled with tattoos, even to the point that their skin was almost invisible. It did not escape the observation of an Adriano, who had been watching the party carefully. One thing he found from the attraction on the stage, that everyone has the same tattoo on the right chest that depicts the head of a wolf with red eyes.

“Didn't they look terrible, Daddy?” chirps Adriana softly as she grimaces small.

“Hm, not really. They look ordinary. There are far more terrible than them in my basement, ” Adriano said with his calm demeanor.

“Oh, yes? What is it, Daddy?” ask Adriana. The blue eyeball of the dark-haired beautiful girl looked shiny and looked so beautiful.

“Do not pretend not to know, Adriana,” reply Adriano while clicking slowly, then turn his attention back to the appearance of big tall men on stage.

Hearing that, Adriana was silent in a thousand languages. He did not want to extend that discussion. The beautiful girl then followed the father, enjoying the exciting attractions on stage without much comment. Moreover, the longer the girl began to enjoy the event everywhere the men she thought ‘misteri’ were lifting the torch high into the air while starting the traditional dance hereditary.

A flexible movement of dozens of men, who move their legs forward and sideways in unison to the rhythm of a typical Russian musical instrument. Balalaika, a musical instrument similar to a guitar, but triangular in shape. The string passages give rise to a tone that sounds so distinctive to the ear.

The lights of the stage and the hall were bright again, when an old man wore a golden white robe, with a head covering made of white cloth and decorated with the symbol of the cross on the front.

The man who was none other than the Great Priestess was walking around using a golden rod as tall as his body. Behind the old man earlier, lined up the youths who were wearing blue-colored robes as well as uniforms. They continued to move towards the stage and stopped when the lights were again extinguished.

“With due respect, we welcome the invited guests to stand up and welcome the arrival of young master Karl Volkov, the new ruler of the Red Wolf clan.'

Slowly, the crystal lights returned brightly lit. The large monitor screen located on the left and right side of the stage is also lit. The floodlight from the top moved slowly towards the red curtain that served as the stage background. The curtain opened little by little, revealing a single figure standing gallantly behind it.

A man with blue eyes glistened into the light of a lamp. His dark hair was neatly combed back. The black tuxedo looks so beautiful wrapped in that perfect body. There is no bravery, as possessed by the man who just showed his figure

Not only Romeo, all members of his family were also perfectly starved to see the figure earlier. So did Mia and Adriana. They did not blink at all, as the man in question walked to the center of the stage while showing off his charming smile.

“Carlo?” hiss Mia and Adriana simultaneously. Unlike Adriano who still looks calm while occasionally smiling knots.

“He's the son you never had, sweetheart,” Adriano said as she glanced at his wife.

While Mia completely ignored the words of the husband. He focused on looking towards the stage, where Carlo was now standing half-bending as the Great Priest placed a stick on the top of his head as well as his two broad shoulders.

The two young men who were accompanying the priest came forward and placed a crown of red pomegranate gemstones on Carlo's head. “We welcome you back, Your Holiness Volkov,” welcome the pastor. His voice recorded by the microphone, shrill echoed throughout the entire area of the Red Wolf palace.

Carlo smiled with a half-bending body. After that, he turned around and faced the invited guests who were mostly unfamiliar with him. Before saying anything, Carlo had time to circulate his gaze to the entire corner of the hall. Again, look into his eyes looking for the owner of the beautiful face that he is very much looking forward to being there, treating all the longing that has been embedded in the chest. However, the figure he expected to attend did not appear. Carlo also restrained his disappointment by still showing a dignified attitude in front of the guests.

"Good night. Thank you for your willingness to attend our invitation. I know that many of you don't know who I am." Carlo gave a personal welcome to the invited guests.

"I am the youngest son of Nikolai Volkov, the leader of the Red Wolf Clan. After a long time of power taken over by the wrong people, I have now returned to carry out the task of restoring the image and good name of the Red Wolf Clan. With all your support, I will be one of the many organizations that will help to bring about and maintain peace in Europe. With this in mind, I'm Karl Volkov accepting the responsibility as ruler to take the reins of leadership of the new Red Wolf Clan ...."

Carlo speechless. He could not continue his words, as the pair of blue eyes caught a beautiful brunette walking into the grand hall. The blood within the man, instantly rippled twice as fast as his normal state.

The heir to the throne could only stand glued, as his gaze clashed with the girl in the red dress who looked extremely beautiful. That girl is too. He stood pecking at his spot, staring in disbelief at the handsome man on the stage with the crown on his head.

A smile slowly appeared at the corner of Carlo's lips adorned with a thin mustache. He wanted to run and get to the girl. Carlo was impatient to immediately embrace and spill all the longings he had been holding for the throne, for the sense of worth he needed to be able to be with the girl of his tribe.

"Miabella ...." Slowly and deeply, Carlo mentioned the name that had only been a decoration of night dreams and dreams. However, immediately the heir to the throne had to swallow a deep sense of disappointment, when he saw the girl he had longed for and so awaited her presence, moving back slowly. The girl intends to leave from there.