The Witch's Curse
Meet the Prospective Husband

(Illustration of Princess Isyana's Engagement)

That's how in the end my bad luck ended.

At present, it has been almost four weeks since the punishment of His Majesty took place. That is, my punishment is coming to an end. Yei! I was so bored that my daily work only greeted the guests and suitors who had come from the Sky Palace.

It's clear they're just beetles that are after the flower, they won't even make it to the pollen, you know, I mean? This is all just a formality of the King's wits to make it seem fair. The fate of my marriage was clear to my eyes. Who else would it be if not the King of Cordovan.

"Where else is gini?" ask me towards Moti while sipping the warm tea that he just served. After breakfast, from morning I greeted the royal guests, and it was already noon. I think it's okay to rest for a while.

"Rest first, Princess. You didn't forget, did you? The peak of festival. Official dinner with His Majesty and guests of the country,"

"Oh right. It's top of it, yes,"

*

Evening came, it felt like the day passed so quickly this time. I just woke up from a comfortable nap. It was time to take a shower and get dressed, Moti had already prepared everything.

We walked down the Rainbow Palace towards the Banquet Solar Palace. It seemed that some of the guests in formal dress gave greetings, then sat neatly in the prepared place.

I headed to the seat in the front row, facing the throne of the King and Queen. I checked around, didn't find Akbar.

"His Highness the Crown Prince entered the room,"

'Ah, that's it.... '

"Sister!!"

Brother Akbar glared.

"Ah, Your Majesty!" Quickly error. He smiled, looking next to him, Shahrazan was also present. Today he looked different, not as usual. Whatisit? Her hair, why so neatly used pomade. Why is he so handsome today?

"Greetings to Her Highness the Princess, "Razan gave his greetings, I nodded while blushing.

Shahrazan, who used to look like a man, today looks different. Neat hair in the pomade, a shiny jet black suit, his sideburns and beard being groomed, as well as, his chest. oh no! It's sexual harassment. But, her chest. What about his stomach muscles? Ah no! What I think is the basis of perverted brains!

"Your Majesty, are you okay?" He brought his face closer to me.

"I'm good!" Shocked, I turned my head. Moti who was observing from a distance looked suspicious. He thought I was having diarrhea.

"His Majesty King Zanzabir III and Queen Elsha entered the room,"

The King and Queen walked quietly on the red carpet while waving to the invited guests. The queen dress looks lovely. A long-sleeved gilt dress with a spread of white gems and a light tiara over the head, adds an elegant impression. The king was wearing a uniform royal suit with a red-and-white robe stretched gallantly. The hereditary crowns passed down by my grandfather and the previous king also added to the impression of high-level authority. Of course anyone who is near the King and Queen will be fascinated by the elegance of both. A very special impression as a member of the government.

"Why are you daydreaming?"

'Eh surprise! Stop whispering near me, please, Raz! '

"It's okay" I replied coldly. My liver. Be calm. You don't usually beat like this. Oh my god what happened!

"Would I get you a drink?"

"Yes, thank you, "my voice is short.

Shahrazan seemed to move from his seat towards a large table containing various foods and drinks. There are no alcoholic beverages here, we replace them with sweet drinks, or spices. He returned to where I was while carrying my favorite warm lemon juice.

"So soon," my hiss. Razan smile. He also took a sip of his warm lemon while conversing with Akbar.

"Greetings everyone. Today is the highlight of the Blooming Flower Festival. Not felt, it has been a month for all of you to be friendly in the Kingdom of Puth. May you all be at ease," King Zanzabir began to give a speech to the applause of invited guests.

"Tonight, I called out to the main character today," the King glanced at me. I smiled awkwardly. Really males.

"Daughter of Isyana Noor Zanzabir, please sit here," He invited me to sit down. I came forward and looked around, apparently all handsome.

"Daughter, how about this month, has there been a suitor who pulled your heart?" asked the King with eyes flashing next to each other.

I know what to answer.

If I get it wrong, obviously my prize money will be asked back

"That's it, Your Honor,"

"Alright, name the candidate to defend you,"

"Your Majesty Markian de Cordovan" I said slowly.

"Y.. Y.. Yaaaa???????" there was a voice of the guest in disbelief, half not listening.

"The hard one, Princess. They can't hear you" Tempta Raja.

"Your Majesty Markian de Cordovan!!!!" I endured the embarrassment, the King smiled and invited King Cordovan to come forward and stand next to me.

A tall and well-built man, in a white coat swept through the rows of guests from behind. Chins split, blue eyes, jet hair, oh is he the rumored tyrant guy? Why is it handsome? What's wrong with me? Why does every guy say handsome?

"Greet His Majesty King Zanzabir, Her Majesty Queen Elsha and Her Highness Princess Isyana" he said politely. We nodded and greeted him, "Greet His Majesty King Markian de Cordovan, I am Isyana, the youngest daughter of King Zanzabir III,"

"Well, with this, I announce, Princess Isyana and King Markian are engaged,"

We also exchanged rings. The ring that was placed on me was beautiful. A 5 carat diamond. Real pretty. I also put a similar ring without ornaments on the ring finger. With this, I must say goodbye to my escape plans in the future. Because, stopping when already a fiancee of people is the same as rebellion and can threaten war between countries.

Of course the invited guests applauded. Contrasting with that, the surly suitors, the royal envoys of Cordovan seemed to be cheering happily. I am a maniac in my heart. King Cordovan only showed a thin smile like a tissue. What the fuck is this guy?

*

"Can you talk alone, Princess?"

After the engagement officially ends. The cold king approached me.

"Well, what do you want?"

"Let's just go to the balcony of the palace, so that more sound,"

I followed.

Arriving on the balcony of the palace. He showed me a portrait of himself that I was squeezing at the time.

"Can you please explain, what is this?"

"Your photo, right? Wh why? You forgot your own face?" answer hence.

The face of King Cordovan looked annoyed. Oh. I'm nudging this. Apparently he can express as well.

"alright. Don't you want to get engaged to me?"

"Yha's right,"

"Let's just end it now" he said. I pulled out his big, rough hand. Like coolies.

"Wait.. Wait for.. Joking," I said quickly. I felt his big, cold hand turn hot. His face was also flushed. What is the influence of ginger?

"I'm sorry... " I took my hand off her.

"Listen, I know you don't like me, I don't like you either. It's just, we have to do this. As a task," explained Markian firmly and straightforward.

I think he's like he's giving orientation advice on someone's first day of work. I'm his fiancee, how about that?

"The.. Who said that?"

"Well, you don't have to pretend, I read your letter. You even want to break off the engagement unilaterally. Let's just do it today,"

"Ti.. No. gabe.. I'm sorry, I made that up, "before writing the letter on the red envelope, I didn't even see the portrait. I even believe just like that in the rumors that are circulating.Think, petty also my actions.

"Listen, Princess. I also have a hard time getting married. Especially with the fiancee who bothered to send red envelopes. But I can what? My country needs a queen, and you're the only one left, by chance,"

Huh huh? What say?

"What did you say? I got that leftover stuff?"

"Yes, what else? Isn't it obvious? Your sister's been married all,"

"What??!!!!"

This time I wanted to punch him in the face.

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