The Witch's Curse
Butterflies In My Stomach (POV MARKIAN)

I'm tired after last night's party. In Cordovan, feasts were very rare, within a year, to be counted the fingers of the feasts held in the Royal Palace.

Unlike when the Great Queen was still there, the party in the Palace became commonplace and the nobles loved it very much. Feasts at the Palace are usually held every two months, including the ceremony of maturity of the sons and daughters of the nation, and folk festivals by opening the palace access to the public. Usually, folk festivals occur when there is a royal birthday celebration or wedding party. Such grand celebrations are time and cost-consuming and in my opinion impractical.

The last party to be held in the Kingdom of Cordovan was an engagement party when I was 15. My first and last fiance, Lady Lilibeth, suffered a sudden death a week after we got engaged. It's an issue of Duke Gonovan's opposition faction's attack on me, which is said to carry the deadly curse of the red moon witch. Of course I cannot punish them for respecting the family of Duke Zenath who lost their daughter. The accusation was also let alone because I did not want to aggravate the situation. However, since then, not a single noble has wanted to marry me off to their daughter. So, in the end, there was a vacancy in the position of the Queen for the last 5 years.

I am not a person who easily gives up on the situation, and still runs the government properly. It's just that, undeniably, the affairs within the palace became a bit messy. Of course this happens because there is no hostess who regulates. Fortunately, there was still Luzelle, the Chief Servant of the Queen's Palace who was a little help to care in the palace, and also Louis who helped the management of the Main Palace, as well as Helena and some other servants. For the domestic government, Mr. Kewhin can run it well. Meanwhile, for the security of the council position, Uncle Rhonda and her allies have enough meaningful roles. I'm really lucky, there are still people who can be trusted, after the reign of the Great Queen. They are a valuable asset of the kingdom.

The strange political problems in Cordovan made me momentarily forget about romance. Helena was so worried. I thought I had a hormone problem. Fortunately, before long, came an invitation from the Puth Kingdom. This official invitation is intended to participate in the Flower Mekar Festival which is held as a selection of prospective princesses.

Tok Tok Tok

“Excuse me, Your Majesty, it's breakfast time,” A male servant knocks on the door of the room and delivers breakfast to my room.

Apparently, here breakfast is delivered to the room?

It was somewhat different from the custom in the Cordovan Kingdom of starting breakfast in the dining room.

“Are there no meals together?” ask me to the man who claimed to be named Khamim.

“Shared breakfast is only held for members (family) of the kingdom, Your Majesty,”

Oooh.so I'm not yet a member of their family?

“Alright, you can go,”

The breakfast served looks appetizing. Two sprigs of sandwiches filled with fruit jam, a cup of honey syrup, coffee, as well as potatoes and bacon. There are bells also given to call the waiter if you want to add or want another menu other than the one prepared. I seem to be quite full of this food. My breakfast in Cordovan was just a cup of coffee and two sandwiches.

*

Not felt, it was night.

After being content to go around the Sky Palace and try to observe, I tried to deduce that the situation in this kingdom was indeed very peaceful.

It was only fitting that their daughter was so careless and naive, not having the maximum level of vigilance like the inhabitants of Cordovan.

Tadu afternoon, when crossing the path to the Flower Park, I accidentally saw Princess Isyana who was walking around. Of course I did not say anything, lazy to be invited noisily again. Unexpectedly, I witnessed an unexpected scene: The princess toppled over.

A servant accidentally steps on the dangling princess dress, causing the princess to fall, but the maid is not punished.

In fact, his loyal servant, what is his name, Moti, if not wrong, will slap the careless servant earlier, but was prevented by the Princess. Vaguely, I heard, that the incident was also his own fault for not wisely choosing clothes. Who told you to wear a dress to run around? That's what he said.

I laughed, how old is he? Why is he running like a kid in the park? How quaint.

Things I rarely do in Cordovan, I do here more often. My vigilance decreased, my lips became often smiling, my expression changed as well. Sir Albert used to accompany me to astonishment. How could a Tyrant King be this friendly?

*

“…...............”

Who is this? Princess Isyana, what a coincidence to meet here.

A woman appeared to be standing in front of me, as if from a delusion, even though I had tried to stop thinking about her all day.

Unable to sleep, I tried to get a fresh breeze by taking a walk outside the Palace. I can't believe I met Princess Isyana.

Princess Isyana looked sweet with a white robe and a thin dress that wrapped her body. So thin, I can see the curve of his body that is in the form of two large balls…. It's called sexual harassment! Oh my God, what am I thinking!

“You stopped again?”

Damn, why the hell no good words I said, this time he must be angry again.

It's become a counter-attack habit when I'm nervous and pounding. I suddenly turned into a jerk. My words are not because, this is the reason why the ladies run away because they can not stand me.

“Sorry what is your business nanyeak-nanyeak?” Answer it as it passes.

His long black hair and curls were waving in the wind. Its dense aroma broke through my sense of smell. The smell of roses coming out from behind her fluttering reminds me of my mother's favorite flower. Princess Isyana just passed by a man in the middle of a dark night. Indeed yes, this one princess is no different from a Kindergarten child. Is it because he was always so careless? Why not think about the worst that could happen to him? Fuck up! Inevitably, as a prospective husband, I had to escort him to a safe destination.

“Ngapain follow me? You're not going in the other direction?” he asked in astonishment while continuing to pass without caring around.

“No, I was just looking for wind for a while,”

This time my response was pretty decent, I didn't want to be hated any more. The little princess' body looked like it was flying. The bundle of nightgowns covered in thick dark robes, did not make her look creepy, instead, she looked adorable.

“Are you coming in here?” tanya Putri peeking from behind the door betuliskan ‘Library’.

“Ah, yes, may as well,” answered me following him.

The princess walked slowly through the corridor of the bookshelves in the library and picked up a book from the Novel/Literary area. He then opened a large window at the end of the room, apparently a balcony! A beautiful night sight lay before him. A calming and amazing atmosphere.

“By me joining,” my question.

“Ngak....” the answer is for sure.

I understand that he was disturbed by the presence of uninvited guests, but, I was bored as well. Do I have to apologize for yesterday? Will he forgive me?

“Princess..Begini.. I'm sorry,” I said break the silence.

Princess Isyana looked at me for a glance, then took out a knitting device and a nearly finished scarf, then continued.

“Oya, sorry for what?”

“Already called you residual goods,”

Then he stopped his activity.

Ah, I have come to understand Sir Albert's feelings of silence when Mrs Dwayni nags. A swordsman dubbed a monster on the battlefield suddenly transforms into a cat in his house. This must be because Sir Albert loved his wife very much. The wrath and anger of Mrs Dwayni is a household apocalypse when it is not finished. So is the situation that I will experience in the next few months if it is officially has a creature called WIFE.

“Alright, forgiven. Sorry for ruining your portrait too, Your Honor,”

He smiled at me and told me to come closer. Her beautiful, crisp neck poked out toward me, "Will you snack together?”

For a moment, my heart stopped. The smell of roses from her hair, mixed with the sweetness of joy that burst from behind her dress made me stagger. I've never felt like this before. My blood is boiling. Hot cheeks. My heart is pounding.

“Good....” I replied quickly and patted my cheek so as not to lose consciousness. The princess smiled very pretty. He took out a small bag of biscuits and we ate them together.

“Let's talk just relax, Your Highness?”

“Then, call me Mark,”

“Call me Izz. Thank you, Mark,”

A familiar feeling I've never felt before.

MARK'S.

Someone finally called me that.

Ah, I miss mom.

“Syalnya good,” I see the results of her knitting neat and loving. Will he give me this scarf?

“Still... It's for a gift,”.

Did ya? He's gonna give this to me?

“Thank you,” sahutku.

Izz gawking.

“Y....Yea? For what?” tanyanya's confused.

“Is this for me?” I'm not shameless. He laughed.

“Sorry, no. It's for someone who's going to be over and over again,” the answer makes me discouraged. I was expecting that scarf to be mine. Do I have to cut off the neck of the man who is going to repeat that year and snatch it?

“Do not worry, I will make you also later,”

Apparently void, not so I beheaded.

We spent the night with great pleasure. This time I was sleepy. Unaware, I fell asleep on the balcony of the library. Vaguely, the fragrance of roses passed, and a large, warm robe had enveloped my body.

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