The Reincarnation Of The Poor Princess
Twenty Three (23)

King Shavir and Creed walked together towards Evercius Palace. When they arrived at the palace grounds, someone came in a hurry, approaching them.

"Give respect to His Majesty the King. May the Kingdom of Evergard always be blessed" said the person along with his bowed body.

After which, the man stood up straight.

"Your Majesty, Duke Fictin came to visit you. He's in the palace."

King Shavir frowned upon hearing the words of that man, who was the butler in his palace. The atmosphere around him instantly became ice-cold.

"Since when has anyone let him enter my palace?"

His voice was cold and sharp, piercing through the mind of that butler.

"I have given the commandment; no one shall enter my palace."

"That's it, Your Majesty...."

The butler looked agitated. He glanced in various directions, not daring to look into the eyes of King Shavir.

"The bodyguards allowed Duke Fictin to enter because of your closeness to Miss Xylia. Yes, yes, it might be like that," said the butler at last.

King Shavir's gaze soon became colder. Without saying much, he walked towards his palace, while Creed followed behind.

'Only a contract, but how dare that man enter my palace, ' the inner King Shavir growled.

Arriving inside the palace, the annoying smile of the person that King Shavir did not want to meet welcomed him. The man with brown hair and green eyes paid tribute.

"Give respect to His Majesty the King. May the Kingdom of Evergard always be blessed" he said in a friendly tone. "Good morning, Your Majesty," the man continued with a smile that never disappeared from his face.

"No need to talk. Just say what you want" King Shavir replied nonchalantly.

He flicked his hand, telling Levon to stay away from him.

Levon, who did not like to be ruled by anyone, could only growl furiously in his heart. Contrary to his mood, his friendly smile still appeared on his face, after which Levon kept his distance with King Shavir.

King Shavir sat on the sofa in the living room with a nonchalant expression, with no intention of letting Levon sit on the other sofa. His eyes looked at Levon coldly, telling him to speak.

Gaining a commanding gaze from the king, Levon began to say his intention to visit King Shavir.

"Look, Your Majesty. I've heard the results of the aptitude test that Xylia followed. If you are pleased, will you―"

"No" King Shavir cut Levon's words without mercy.

His gaze was still ice cold. Levon stood in the room in a daze, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"It's none of my business" he added.

"But, Your Highness...! Don't you feel sorry for Xylia? Every time he's with you, he always comes home hurt!"

Levon persisted in asking King Shavir to give Xylia the protection of a royal family.

"This time too, when all your enemies know his power, then Xylia will be made a fugitive to lure you! Don't you feel the slightest sympathy with Xylia, after all that Xylia did to Her Majesty's two children?"

Creed glanced at his master carefully. Actually, he did not understand the mind path of his master.

King Shavir used Xylia as a shield to protect the surviving members of the royal family, Prince Dhemiel and Princess Stella, but did not provide protection to the little boy?

"It's according to your daughter's wishes. The contents of the contract were written as such," King Shavir replied, bringing up the matter of the contract made by him and Xylia.

Hearing King Shavir bring up the contract issue that happened a year ago, Levon's face turned even more tangled. Sweat flooded his body.

His lips trembled in utter words, "I-that's just a child's thought! Xylia doesn't understand anything about―"

Again, King Shavir cuts off Levon's words. He glanced towards the door of his palace.

"If you don't have anything to say anymore, please come out."

"Your Majesty!"

"Creeds. Take that guy out."

"Okay, Your Majesty!" creed replied, then dragged Levon out of Evercius Palace.

The cries of Levon echoed in his palace, but King Shavir did not heed the man's cry. Then King Shavir walked towards his room. Thinking back to what Levon said about Xylia, King Shavir so given Stella, the boy also had a strength as strong as Xylia.

"Should I give him a lookout?" muttered.

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The next day, Stella lived her quiet days peacefully inside her room. At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, or rather during lunchtime, his red eyes will turn purple. Stella looked forward to that moment enthusiastically. 

After yesterday she did not come out of her room, Stella gave Suzy orders to put her food on her bed. Suzy obeyed her orders without asking, so Stella did not need to make up any more stories like that time. It was a really bad day for Stella.

This morning, Stella was lying on her bed with a sense of boredom filling her mind, occasionally eating the grapes that were in the plate that Suzy had placed a few minutes ago at her command.

Usually, at this hour Stella will practice swordplay with Jesriel, after that play in the flower garden behind her palace, then lunch accompanied by Suzy and some other servants. Sometimes, he would write important things while in this world on the balcony of his room. However, with her red eyes that had not changed to their original color, Stella could not do anything.

"It feels boring" muttered Stella on the sidelines eating her grapes.

His eyes stared at the surroundings lazily.

"Why is this morning so slow? I want it to be noon soon!" whining again.

It was a grievance for how many times Stella had spoken.

'I need an hp. I'm going for a walk. I'm going shopping. I want to see a movie. I want everything!!' stella with frustration.

He ruffled his bed with a fierce face.

'I want to do it!' added again.

Geck, tok, tok.

The sound of knocking on the door sounded. Soon, Stella stopped her activities.

"Say!" stella finally said.

"Mr Princess."

Suzy's voice sounded. Stella shut up, listen.

"A witch sent directly by His Majesty the King has arrived. Should I let him in?"

"Dear?"

Stella, who was eating the wine quietly, instantly stopped. His eyes widened, a surprised glint flashed across his eyes.

"Witch?" repeat in a tone of disbelief. "And it was sent directly by that Shavir?!"

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TBCS!