Nightmare memories

4 years ago, when he was just 6 years old, his memory always leads to a painful incident.

The cold midnight greeted the bare feet running down the cold thorny road. It was dark, the road was only lit b4 y the moon that shone brightly through the gaps in the tall trees. The smooth and clean white shirt was instantly changed by the splash of leaves that touched it forcefully.

The confusion felt by the little 6-year-old girl. The chaos, the sound of explosions and smoke billowing in the night sky, the flames like the moon on the sidelines provided warmth that made the skin scream in pain.

His gaze wandered down a path that he couldn't catch clearly in his mind now. Her wrist was sore as the burly hand gripped it tightly.

"We must continue to move away from the palace, miss." A trembling voice broke off. Her body was covered in blood.

Fear, led her away into the forest. The wind that blew was a chill that accompanied their journey. It merged between the two.

Her tears fell without being able to hold them back. Thousands of questions were in the little girl's mind, but all were held at the tip of her lips, The girl had to fight to save herself. That night was the beginning of the summer of the kingdom's glory that had been exiled far into the dangerous frontier.

Bhasel was the easternmost city.

Bhasel had already established its leadership almost 80 years ago, and since the last 12 years they had been asking for complete royal glory inaugurated, in other words recognized by the Senataria region and the Zyefar imperial leadership.

Unfortunately that was the beginning of Bhasel's downfall.

It was his worst nightmare, but that way he would continue to remember the faces of his mother and father. Was it a prayer that continued to haunt her in her dreams every night?

The pure-hearted girl with all her faith in the gods of the universe hoped her prayers would one day come true. She who is still too young and naive in heart for false desires.

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Beneath the sprawling horizon, a 15-year-old boy, waving from the podium to his people, was about to go to a royal school far away in the capital city. It was something that the successor to the senate of a kingdom that had existed for nearly 500 years always did. Now he was the next leader. The silver royal coat of arms hung there. He was the new face of the senate. Rever von Beaddeyfl

"All the people love you very much." he said with an unmoving gaze, but a smile was etched on his lips.

The words went unanswered, the tail of her eyes seemed to represent the words just now. The angelic-faced Duke with that polite demeanor was her specialty.

"Ortiz, after this event is over I will leave immediately." Everyone who heard that sentence was shocked, it wasn't as if Fellipe hadn't arrived yet. He was the previous duke who was still respected by the people of Senataria.

Someone clenched his fist, clearly he didn't like what Duke Revar had just said. "Aren't you going to wait for Mr. Fellipe's arrival." Muertd asked, holding back his annoyance. Because of the words of protest that Mr. Fellipe said. Suemrt, it drew a sharp look from the duke. He clearly did not like the way the boy looked haughty. But he could only say the annoyance in his mind by cursing.

"I will still be the successor, even if grandfather is not present at this time." again his gaze was sharp and calm. Everything near her felt threatening. She seemed to be a burden to those who were always cursing at the mask. That annoyed him.

"Are you sure you'll just leave like that." The gurgling voice of a woman who sounded indifferent. Walking closer while continuing to smile at the people who saw them as a good match.

"What if I make a mess." An annoyed and indifferent voice. All that could be said was that Revar hated his cousin's brother, the son of Mr. Suemrt. Ducches was going to marry him.

"I assure you that is not the case, indeed the duke, knows better what I stand for. being a Lady Duchhess." She said mockingly and smiled. From below those on the podium could be seen chatting romantically. The people looked at her like that. Her feet took a step closer to Revar's body. "Although we don't have to like each other. But I don't think so," she whispered intimately. Their movements drew applause from the people. The cheers echoed suddenly. She knew what she was doing. Seeking sympathy from the people for her.

Estelle looked with a smiling face at the people who felt they had been bullied. There was a sense of satisfaction there, but also the anger in her eyes was evident, as they gazed at Muerted. She politely bowed her knee in a half-bow. It was a royal courtesy.

Soon Felipe, arrived with a small number of bodyguards. The chants grew louder and louder, until his speech was finished to the delight of the senatorial crowd. The welcoming ceremony went smoothly until it was over.

Palace. The scent of senataria flowers wafted between the noses of the two men who were standing not far from the plant that gave off the fragrant odor.

"Is there anything you're worried about, whatever it is, it doesn't seem necessary. I always do it perfectly." His words sounded arrogant but that was the truth. Revar was a human who had done his seal properly. He was cold-handed, just like his face and character. "How did you prepare before going to the capital?" Felipe asked as they walked out of the freezing heat.

In the midst of their rare conversation, Ortiz and Lexcy approached with gentle politeness. Seeing them coming, Felipe knew what it meant. "I entrusted it to you." He said, patting Revar briefly on the shoulder before watching his beloved grandson walk away.

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