Time Travel To Meet The Prince
The Death of the Sierra Princess

Aragon, Spain, 1402

On the balcony of the palace, the birds witnessed the voice of the last prince who was asking for the figure of the noble girl. The princess smiled broadly after the prince's hand brushed his mane "Prince Juan, I'm sorry."

Juan knitted his eyebrows together, "Must now? Oh come on, I'm always empty without you" he teased his bride-to-be.

"Hey, since childhood you've been here without me. And even we've only known each other for a few months," he said, seeing Juan's attitude that changed from day to day, when he first met, the last Prince was very quiet.

"Yes, even you know, during that time I was waiting for the arrival of this angel of my destiny" Juan replied that he had made Princess Sierra run in shame.

The good, intelligent, beautiful, and courteous Princess of Castile will soon change her title to the new empress of Aragon. Her future husband, Prince Juan will also serve as the supreme leader or the new king in Aragon to succeed his father's throne, taking the beauty of the kingdom next door.

The day will be held simultaneously, during which the throne is dethroned as well as the binding of the couple. One day that Juan looked forward to, somehow lively and how he felt, he could not even think more.

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Princess Sierra waved from a distance, her carriage already walking away from the Aragonese palace. He must return immediately to his kingdom, Kastillia.

The marriage is only three days away. Couples who are soon married should not often meet, according to the trust of the elders, who do not know what the consequences if violated.

"My lord get married! How can we jump on him!" The commotion that Juan heard came from his second and third brothers, Johnny and Javier.

"When we were born first, who first had a lover! You may have gone ahead of us!" Javier said in a tone of disbelief, they were just joking, not really hate the sister. The two brothers loved to tease the quiet and overly stiff Juan.

Juan took his brothers' words seriously. His eyes glared worriedly, "If you want, I'll tell dad. So that my marriage can be postponed, and you can get married first."

Johnny laughed, he didn't even have a partner. Her good looks made the girls hesitate to approach "Switch my sister! Haha, be happy with Sierra. You guys are so compatible."

"I hope that good destiny will always follow your life, Juan, "Timpal Javier patted Juan roughly on the shoulder. His face immediately turned soft, "Damn you! Durhaka's sister! Could've taught me and Princess Bianca to get married."

The three of them were so close that it was more than just an ordinary fraternal bond, forgetting the figure standing behind the window with a sharp gaze. The full stare was directed at the youngest, Juan San Azarcon.

"My dear brother, do you think it's that easy to be a king?" He is often on the right lip.

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The route from Aragon to Castile is not very far away, accounting for just five Sierra hours and the squads through a trail surrounded by towering pine forests.

At present, the group is resting in the forest, between Aragon and Castile. They go through so many shady and quiet trees, to be honest Sierra is always afraid when passing through this area.

In addition to deserted, rumors spread, many hunters often perform illegal actions in the region at night. There have been many victims, many of whom also believed the rumor.

"If it's done, let's continue the journey," said the princess who was immediately supported by the guards.

A flash of black shadow among the lush trees, making Sierra wide with fear. The shadow not only once caught the eye, even in one blink, there were five shadows directly visible.

Either only Sierra is paranoid or indeed the black shadow is real. Surprisingly, the horsemen who herded him seemed ordinary, as if nothing, drove away his negative thoughts, he chose to close the curtain so as not to see the gripping atmosphere around.

"Let your weapons down!" Again Sierra was surprised, his body pecked in place. He felt that the hunters people were talking about were real. Since childhood his family never took him through this forest when night fell.

His head felt dizzy as the carriage shook strongly, several men in black clothes closed to break down his door, dragging Sierra out.

Blood was everywhere, most of his guards had already fallen with arrows on each chest. Sierra shut his mouth when unaware of the commotion outside and instead chose to hide in his carriage.

"Live a little more! Finish them!" Exclaimed the figure he thought was the leader. The number of people dressed in black was more than the number of troops escorting him, those who were left, fell in an instant.

Sierra trembled in fear as all the heads of the horses he had driven were instantly slashed, by one of the tallest and most gallant men.

"Poor beautiful princess, forgive us," whispered someone who pulled her hands back. Sierra is brought into deeper forest areas.

Although struggling with all his might, still can not escape. Those people even further tightened the rope that somehow since when to tie his hands back, "Take me off! Hey, don't you guys know who I am?!"

"Of course we know, you're the prettiest princess from Castile, right?"

"Yes! And your bad treatment?! Let go or you can be judged by the kingdom!" Threatening Sierra with a half-dead fear because of his reply was even a thunderous laugh from all the bad people around him.

After walking far enough, the group dragging a noble princess stopped near a huge blaze ready to devour anything to ashes, "Your execution is soon, Princess Sierra Lopez."

Some who were dragging the bodies of the guards and the heads of the horses and their bodies, threw them mercilessly into the flames, and the smoke rose.

"My lord, don't we burn the Sierra Princess?" Ask the man who tied the hands of the princess of Kastillia.

What Sierra thought was the figure of the leader shaking without looking at the face of the questioner, the man then pointed to the chest that was near the black horse of their mount, "That is as tight as possible, the man then pointed to the chest that was near the black horse of their mount, shut her mouth and put her in the crate, she can't just die."

His followers nodded, swiftly carrying out what his master had commanded. Sierra's mouth was tied with a cloth, his eyes were also torn off the robe of one of the guards, his hands were wrapped together with his body using a very strong woven rope, it may not be cut except with a pointed sword.

After his body was sealed in a wooden crate, Sierra felt his casket was being transported crowded. In the heart, the princess continues to chant the do'a so that whatever happens, her safety becomes the main component.

He did not resign himself to the execution of the wicked who were kidnapping him, but he resigned to a god who may still give him a chance to live through the help of someone.

Her graceful and frail body could do nothing at a time like this, during her lifetime, time was constantly spent studying noble things and women matters. No martial arts training or the like, Sierra regretted having become a female figure who could only take refuge behind the nearest man, at a time like this his body could have collapsed just because of being nudged.

"Juan forgive me, and.help me," she sobbed softly.

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