The Trapped Princess
Night Sports

The king entered the room in haste, taking off the robe and shoes that were all day attached to his body.

His eyes stared at the bed featuring his beloved wife who appeared to be sound asleep in a thin nightgown. Slowly but surely, he crawled up to the bed and approached the wife's body from behind.

"Darling I miss you," the King hugged the queen tightly. He grabbed the body of the one lying behind him, "sad I want you."

The queen wriggled and turned her body to appear to face the husband who now directly showered himself with a kiss.

"What makes you this way, baby? You're like a man who just got married!"

The King ignored his wife's taunts and began to impatiently open and throw all his clothes, he even tore the Queen's nightgown.

"Darling what are you doing?" The queen looked surprised at her husband's behavior which now looked like a ferocious lion ready to pounce.

The King kissed the entire body of the Queen, making a mark on her smooth white body, the King seemed to spill his deep love for his wife.

"I love you Aurora" whispered the King, kissing his wife's red lips and uniting like a couple.

The Queen enjoyed touch after touch with the love of her husband, although it seemed rougher than usual, but she seemed to enjoy constantly sighing, her hands clutching her husband's back .

"Well, Ron... baby...ah!"

The king continued his night sport until the sun seemed to peek. He covered his wife's body with a thick blanket and kissed her forehead. "Sorry to make you tired dear" said the King, hugging his wife tightly.

"You're like possessed, what happens until you turn into a starving lion?" the Queen asked in a slightly hoarse voice, while immersing her body into the warm embrace of the king.

"So I met the disciple of Arion, and somehow he reminded me of you as a young man" said the King, kissing the head of the Queen. "At the same time, he also reminds me of Eleanor."

Like being exposed to magic, the tiredness of the Queen Lanhsung just disappeared, she took off her husband's embrace. "Ron, don't ever mention Eleanor by name or you won't see me for a while!"

The King stared silently at his wife, still vividly remembering that Aurora insisted on searching for Eleanor for months when they lost track of the Princess. "I'm sorry baby, maybe I got carried away because he was Arion's student and at the same time, the red dragon liked him a lot."

"What did you say? Arion raised a disciple? He even rejected Elrick!" Aurora looked surprised until now sitting on the bed. "I really want to see it" Aurora said expectantly.

"I'm saying all this because I know that she's not our daughter." Ron clasped his wife's hand, "in the beginning I thought she was Eleanor, but in the end I didn't feel your energy at all. I do admit he's a great warrior because his body can absorb natural energy very well, but I really can't see the slightest energy in him, baby."

"Are you sure? I'm afraid you missed something, then let me see it with my own eyes."

Ron nodded at the unanimous determination in his wife's eyes, "please, he has made a knight's vow to become Elrick's bodyguard then you will definitely see him often."

"What's? What did you say? Are you out of your mind?" Aurora beat her husband with a pillow.

"ah! Why did you hit me with a pillow?" ron asked a little.

"Whatchu mean? I asked him to be El's bodyguard so we could keep an eye on both of them at once and keep them both safe."

Aurora shook her head, "have you forgotten? if a man who had given up his oath of chivalry could exchange his life for the life of his master if his master were killed first?"

The King was stunned to hear his wife's words, "and the knight could not ask otherwise."

"You're asking our daughter to die for Elrick! Why don't you ever change? Why did you always want to sacrifice our daughter?" The queen's tears began to fall.

"Honey calm down, there is no evidence that Ara is Eleanor, other than that as long as I am alive, I can withdraw her vow. Although she refused, if she was our daughter, then we could have persuaded her" said the King, calming himself.

"You said he refused?"

Ron nodded, "just like you, Arion scolded me and asked me to take Ara's oath, but Ara refused and said that she would rather die while protecting Elrick."

"That means Arion knows something!"

Ron seemed agitated, "are you sure Arion's treatment of Ara wasn't because he was his only student?"

Aurora wiped away the trail of tears on her cheeks and looked at her husband, "even if the odds were only as small as a grain of sand, I would stick to the detail."

Ron let out a long sigh, "i know that I won't be able to prevent you, but don't let you get hurt too deeply if the truth doesn't go your way."

Aurora nodded, "of course."

The Queen knew the odds were that she would get hurt but would be too cowardly if she avoided it without finding out the truth.

"Did the queen mother know about this?" aurora asked Ron who now arranged the pillow as a buffer to his wife's seat.

"I don't think she knows it yet, she hasn't returned from the blue palace."

The Queen leaned her back and closed her eyes, she activated all her energy and tried to sharpen her inner eyes, not long before she opened her eyes.

"We have to solve this puzzle before the queen mother returns," Aurora hugs Ron's arm. "I don't want to make you sad anymore, especially when it comes to Eleanor."

"Of course, the mother always feels guilty when everything that happens is not her fault." Ron let out a long sigh, "but if Ara is the Eleanor we're looking for, what should we do?"

Ron looked puzzled, "how do we explain it to Elrick and Eleanor? Not to mention we still have to be wary of the curse that exists."

"Sooner or later, we have to uncover all the truth to Elrick, it feels unfair when we hide Eleanor from Elrick's life all along" Aurora took a deep breath. "Is there still no way that we can coexist like a whole family?"

Ron pulled the Queen into his arms, wanting to give the wife hope but her mouth was locked, for she was afraid that her words could not come true and would only add to the wound.