The Fate of Narendra Women
6. Don't Be Angry [REVISED]

A few days later, Kamila for the first time sat in a helicopter to leave the castle.

She did not expect to come to Iaros' wedding.

The marriage that can be attended by the descendants of half Narendra is only the first marriage and the last marriage, namely the marriage of Iaros. She wanted to cry all the way, but was silent for fear that Lily would be angry.

To be honest Kamila didn't know what made Lily hate her.

In the past, they were close and similar brothers in general. They often drank tea together, learned to knit together, went to the library together, did everything together.

Lily suddenly hated him.

Just ahead of her wedding, Lily antagonizes Kamila.

That marriage was supposed to be Kamila's wedding. The right to have the child should have belonged to Kamila.

Lily herself said that she didn't care if Kamila was happy.

But then he took it again.

"I'm warning you." Lily whispered after they removed the helicopter headset, and prepared to go down together. "If I see you and Iaros together again, I'm gonna put it on Mom. Understood?!"

Kamila nodded with her eyes closed in fear.

If she gets caught doing something outside the rules, she'll lock her up in the room for a whole year.

The only place Kamila walked was the castle. He did not want to be confined in the room anymore, could do nothing but sit looking at what he could see from the window of his room.

They were greeted by a number of Narendra and dined together. Camila trembled as she saw Iaros also sitting there, not even looking at Kamila as if it were just the wind.

Why is he so easily carried away by taste? Shouldn't he ignore Iaros if Iaros ignores him as well?

But in the end, Kamila was lost. Can only tremble holding back his feelings.

"Kamila, what's wrong? Your face looks pale."

Aether, Narendra's eldest brother and heir in their generation, looked at him anxiously.

Sensing Lily's glance, Kamila shook her head. But he could not hide his sweat and red eyes.

"S-I'm motion sickness, Young Master." Kamila had to make up that excuse. "If you don't mind, can I say something first?"

"alright. Go and rest. If there's anything, tell the waiter immediately."

"Thank you."

As Kamila moved, Iaros stood up. "Let me take you, Little Brother."

Kamila's face grew pale and not because of Lily but because she did not want to be played again.

His eyes looked at Ribia, making the girl move if Iaros did not pat her on the head.

"Sit. You just got back too. Kamila came because of my marriage, so at least I'm responsible."

To them it sounded like a good big sister's behavior, but Kamila was deathly pale.

Lily would have gone straight if it didn't offend Narendra, so she just let Kamila go with Iaros.

He doesn't know where to go. At Aether's wedding, Kamila was present but it was a very small time.

The only childhood memory he could keep was with only Iaros, not the layout of the castle.

"There's a great place for you to enjoy the view." Iaros suddenly made a sound. Pulling his hand to walk faster split the outer corridor.

Kamila could not see the carvings of roses on the giant pillars around. He also did not look at the lake in front of the castle.

He continued to be dragged, climbing the stairs to the second floor of the small building but connected to the castle building.

Iaros pushed him in, then closed the door.

"Young Master." Kamila retreated keeping her distance. "I want to sleep near Lily's room. Please don't—"

He then forced his body to turn, approaching the window where they could see the glistening view of the lake.

"You once said you wanted to see a real lake." Iaros got rid of the hair on his ears. Tiny peck that part. "Hows it? You likey?"

Kamila squeezed her hand tightly. He doesn't want any more. "Leave me."

"Camila."

"You're getting married, aren't you? Leave me alone. Go to your own room. Thank you for dropping off and don't meet sa—"

His body was pushed to the bed.

Kamila gulped, instantly able to smell the scent of Iaros from all over this mattress.

Why else? He comes, he goes, he stays, he disappears.

Does he think Kamila will continue to be patient?!

"What do you want?!" Kamila hated herself who cried so easily. "Are you bored again?! Are you looking for entertainment before your wedding?! Just do it with someone else! Find another woman because you can fuck a hundred and two hundred women all you want!"

Iaros is smiling. Bending down his lips.

One.

Two.

Three.

"You remember our code?" Iaros laid it down. Then go up, come lie sideways to Kamila. "If one kiss, it means 'I miss you'. If two kisses, it means 'please stay here any minute'. And if it's three," Iaros kisses her forehead gently, "means don't be angry. We agreed to appreciate the meaning."

Kamila bit her trembling lips.

"You just leave," he whispered. "You left knowing I was looking for you."

"My spoiled girl. I have to go even if I want to stay. I knew you were coming here, so I waited. I didn't leave you. Never is."

"You can wake me up first!"

Iaros is still smiling. "I'm sorry, my rose. Should I kneel down and kiss your feet?"

Cheap, whispered Kamila to herself.

Even so he could not deny that Iaros said sweet things.

Sorry is a taboo for Narendra. Iaros never even said sorry to his father, or his grandfather, or anyone else.

Narendra cannot apologize. Because sorry hints at an admission of wrongdoing while Narendra must always be right.

But he apologized to Kamila.

Then he called Kamila the rose. The rose is the symbol of Narendra. Their clothes, patterns, colors, even carvings of the building all have the element of roses.

Roses are the symbol of their majesty.

Hence in marriage, one of their rituals was to hand the rose to his wife as a gesture that their majesty had been given also to the woman.

"I miss you." Iaros caressed his cheek. "I always miss you, Camila. I think of you every day."

"Lied."

"Why lie? I slept in this bed imagining you." Then he approached. Breathing softly in his ears. "I satisfied myself with the shame of thinking about you."

Kamila's defense again collapsed easily.

It was that easy he fell again in the game of Iaros. It was as easy as he believed again, hoped again, accepted it again, forgave her again, though he did not know how he would be deceived again.

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