The Witch's Curse
Red Palace

(Illistration of King Arthur and Queen Jelliza de Cordovan)

"Yes.. Your Majesty, are you here? Greetings to the Sun of Cordovan Kingdom," Luzelle, the Chief Servant of the Queen's Palace greeted me.

"It's the bases, explain the situation now" I ordered.

"It.. His Majesty suddenly spouted red water up to the ceiling of the palace... Happened again, Your Majesty... Is this, because you'll have a fiancee?"

The Red Palace.

A phenomenon that was well-known among the palace dwellers soon after my age. If it was five years ago, when I was 15. The first phenomenon began to appear.

*

"Greetings to the Sun of the Kingdom of Cordovan. I am Lilibeth von Zenath, the second daughter of Duke Zenath of Eastern Cordovan,"

My first fiancee, Lili, introduced herself for the first time. I got engaged to her when I was 15, and a week after the engagement ceremony, the Queen's Palace was on fire.

The workers there frantically rushed outside, saving each other. The holy water from Queen Jelliza's Bokor Mas gushes to the ceiling of the castle. Bokor mas beloved queen is located in a glass garden in the palace. And the ceiling seemed to penetrate the clouds, without plavon, made of shockproof glass and directly facing the sky of the Power.

The Queen always enjoys a relaxing afternoon in the Garden In the Palace with her favorite tea and snacks. Bokor Mas is placed in the middle of an artificial fountain surrounded by beautiful flowers in a pot. The garden in the queen's palace can only be entered by Her Majesty and I.

*

"How long did the emissaries from the Puth Kingdom get here?" I asked Louis.

"Maybe another month, Your Majesty. If your application is accepted, "

'Thicken. Time yes there is a word if accepted' I snort angrily glanced at Louis.

"Blooming Season will come, Your Majesty, prepare yourself for the worst possibility" Louis cleared his throat as he pretended to wipe his glasses. I know he's acting like that if he wants to tease me.

"Luzelle, is there any damage?"

"There is no noble, we have improved the drainage of the park, so only the sound of water bursts and the atmosphere of horror is disturbing,"

Luzelle's face looked pale. He was a little cowardly.

"Alright, sterilize access to the Inner Garden until all is completely recovered, "I order.

"Your highness!!! Your majesty!! You must see this, "Sir Albert was drawn out of the Garden of the Interior into the corridor where we were gathered.

"What's wrong?"

"This time, there's an inscription on his bokor, Your Majesty,

I rushed to the park. The Bokor was actually wanted to be thrown away but was prevented by Louis. Because the queen's Bokor Mas was registered as a state asset and would enter the museum once my reign ended.

*

'If the Red Moon has appeared, you must keep your word, Sire'

So long writing appeared in a small Bokor Mas. My eyes narrowed to read it.

'What's this? Why is there writing in the water? Since when can water be a canvas?'

"Your Majesty,"

"Ap. is.. This really Bokor belongs to pen... "

"Ma. I'm sorry, Your Honor,"

"Sir Albert, it's Luzelle I don't know either. Tonight is enough to get here first. I'll see Uncle Rhonda in the morning. Maybe he knows something,"

I dispersed the workers who were still gathered in the corridor, and asked Luzelle to temporarily transfer them to the Workers' Mess at the King's Palace. Since the Queen's departure, the workers at the Queen's Palace have done little, only palace care. They were not as busy when it came to serving the palace owners. Whether or not there will be those who will have it in the future. Because, there are already rumors circulating that the Queen's Palace is haunted.

The palace that the queen lived in again.

The red palace that spouted blood water.

The Palace of the cursed King.

Such is the rumor in society. They never talked about it directly. But it is common knowledge in the bars of the capital, even in the market streets that the Cordovan Royal Family Members are indeed under a curse.

Family Member?

Yeah, I'm the only one.

*

"What if Princess Isyana rejects my proposal, Louis? Are there any other candidates?" I was on my way back to the Main Palace.

"Hm... Maybe you should marry your cousin's sister, Your Majesty. Lady Connelly,"

"No, Louis. Poor that kid. I don't want to get him in trouble,"

"Well, but that's the only way to continue the kingdom, or the throne will end at Duke Gonovan after you're gone," Louis's face turned muffled. I also envisioned the future of the kingdom if it was invented by Elliot von Gonovan. His paternal cousin, the son of Uncle Archie von Gonovan de Cordovan, was the second son of the King.

Elliot may seem friendly and weak from the outside. But I know best that he's actually a cunning snake that's been eyeing the throne for a long time. There has been no meaningful movement, but I must be vigilant. Especially in this kind of engagement season, because, if there were no queen candidates to match the elders' expectations, this could be a political attack for the king's impeachment.

Unlike Elliot, Connelly, his sister, is very fragile, although both have beautiful faces. Blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, they're blessed with it. The family of Duke Gonovan is famous for its descendants who like a representation of the beauty of spring in the midst of the cold currents of the Cordovan Kingdom.

The three of us grew up together. But as we grew older, our relationship grew stronger. The Elliot fortress whisperer seemed to hint to take over the throne as one of the causes of the rift between the three of us.

Maybe Elliot and I can't get along at the same table. But not with Connelly. I still love her like my own sister. After Mom's departure, the nobleman's stronghold I believed in was only a few, including Uncle Rhonda von Gelael, a maternal cousin. The family of Duke Gelael has served the kingdom since its inception to this day. Uncle Rhonda became my partner when Elliot's camp started spreading strange rumors about royal curses.

*

"Your highness, your messenger arrived early,"

Just about to close my eyes, Louis knocked on my door.

"Sorry to disturb your rest, Your Majesty. But it's urgent,"

Sir Floyd, the head of the foreign envoy, handed him a red envelope sealed in PI.

A PI?

Princess Isyana?

I opened the envelope, and I found a letter and a portrait of myself with a scrap.

The insolent!

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