Janus-Faced

'Janus-Faced, she remembered the words now she's attending the folksy ball accompanied by her husband.' Could she say the same to people in the face?

Where the fun attended the ball is the people going around circling the unknown of 'tired', she or he, young or old, rich or poor, all of them wearing a mask, concealing their inner evil selfish self. Building connection in exchange for one desires the ball is the place.

The smell of flowers and flowering like an instinct inborn is a charm against evils, especially on the little occasion when she's not used to it. A kind distinction, the flowers will be withering in front of those people.

She's a princess shielded by magic, she would like to call herself a witch. Wait, she's the one. A kind of imagination never out of her mind sometimes of reading children's illustration books at age of 2 years old to where she could call herself 'otaku' having benefits of its own.

It's never kindness when greediness grades the top of the head. She looked at her dress. Floral dress. It's different from other dresses that royalty would choose to wear for a ball. She's not here the one. The princesses and ladies would never choose dresses with flowers patterned on them. Nevertheless now, it made her one of the royal princesses and she's genuinely the one.

There's another person whose hands have been doing nothing but only pouring a tea herb since earlier. The husband. The herb is the main drink here. Glovisa's right. It's the folksy ball since the foods of all the standard of the older and eldest people. Some old men and women show grumpiness despite their age. Were they someone loyal cats? A dog won't work since magic is all they do. Where's the brain to bark to someone when magic leveling doing it all?

The ranks, the possessed names, the badges, and the server determined everything. She learns by mingling with all those people. Aurosia Wyris is composed of the Four Clan of Kitsune (fox), Ohami (Werewolf), Yoseiminn (Fairy), and Funirishou (Pheonix). All the names are unfamiliar to her except for the Kitsune. What's of power do those clans have?

Sudden eagerness to check them out like an unstoppable flow of river having calmness despite the rushing. She exhaled breath. The cackler's laughter interrupted her to dive more into the position she's now and measuring measure how to gain treasures and treasure these vaults of treasures. She doesn't think about but it could be Glovisa is having enough slew of green tea herbs.

Skill in pouring the drink into his cups has been acquired for some time. Rerin sighed at thousand years old age husband. Is there no one who's the same age as her?

A human. But also a fairy and a witch. Cookies and biscuits split into halves in her teeth. Could she turn cookies into something more delicious delicacy food? It's not. The mind keeps wandering around into the opportunity given herself to others to take advantage of.

The nose sniffed the perfume's aroma slightly differently again. The perfume's aromas have changed quite a time since the first she entered. She could count them as five or four times. It's in hands of somebody with nothing to do. The very rich and smelling aroused the warmth of giving up. "It's not good." Wait? Antagonist never be the heroine here? She didn't know what she'll do. All assumption was in the brain and eyes of the Glovisa...

He's sleeping??? The man sleeping resting his face on his hand. Your Majesty the King's composure-ness no matter where even in the den of 'tigress'.

A 'tigress' no matter the background or who or what the men are conquering is the same concurring tale.

She's at the counter accompanying the mistresses while hearing new or old rumors. Its sole reason conjuring up more informative 'usefulness.' She couldn't be at Glovisa's side because the old masters round him up. They're quite impressed by drinking and pouring skills of his.

The people around are still chat-chatting as usual. Few of them are sleeping on the table. Are they feeling sleeping too much till the legs have no strength to carry themselves to the room? Rerin's eyes to the rooms upstairs. The closed rooms. Supposed they're open when there's an ongoing little party downstairs?

Is each a reserved room since this was a little big inn in the town? She should ask Glovisa to leave. The time here is awkward. The young couple here is only them. And Glovisa does nothing except keep drinking the herb tea. Little scenery attractions outside the window, Rerin making her way to it.

She walks to Glovisa first before the window. "Your Majesty," said Rerin. In deep sleep?

It's about the hair. Why is Glovisa's hair so attractive to her? The people around here didn't question him wearing the hair of white where all those people with natural black hair did. So she is. The hair of the golden dawn hair as well as the eyes. They're human, isn't but cloaked in kitsune shadows. The first her entrance here whispering jumping flying bouncing the words there and here. It's the same whisper, why it?

The hands stroking caress every inch of Glovisa's face. The golden eyes are engulfed with a burning artistique aesthetic the red flames are beautiful. The face she wants to burn into the flame of intensity is locked without a key.

The swish of the rugged cloak out of the window in her eyes' capture. Rerin stopped the soft caresses on the dear kitsune's face.

To be a little more 'useful' at a later time as Glovisa's said, Rerin couldn't contain the silliness in her not to chase the prey.

The witch out of the window swiftly with eyes tracing the grey rugged cloak. Flamed flame in the eyes wavers lengthy steadfast moderately calming. They arrived at the Misfiyn Forest.

"Your Majesty My Queen," said the male's voice.

"Yes, who are you?" questioned the Queen.

"I'm yours," said him again.

"How you are mine?" the Queen had a doubt.

"Of the war is over, I haven't been anyone but only yours. The proof is your flames are still scarred at my chest."

"Show it," Queen firmness in her voice.

"Your Majesty My Queen, your wish is my wish."

Yes, it's your wish my wish. … Your wish is my wish … Do as you wish … Rerin's fingers to her cheeks. Pictures of Glovisa's saying sentences of it come in resolute images rushing like one. The one who says it as she wishes.

The man unbuttoned his black apparel.

"It's a rugged cloak but your clothes are very much shining till I want to shun it immediately. Under whose orders are you here? Ohami or Kitsune?" Rerin question of scoff and derision.

The man is on his knees. Unable to see eye to eye with one Queen of the Witch. More to be she's the Queen of Kitsune. The queen of the clan of its eyes within shadow and within the light. The clan stands between the number of clans.

Of the royals' roots, they're not. They come into the royal because of the demand of clans suggesting Kitsune is in the control of the royal. It is the sole clan by its existentialism has not it discovered by Glovisa's mother.

Birth of Little King is the broad pathway to royal nailed Kitsune be of small little part in the game. However, cunning Kitsune didn't digest little food baiting them into narrowing themselves in space waiting to devour by the beast cladded by royalty.

The Empress still sitting on the throne with the man of Kitsune and the husband, Ohami.

Melvisa's pregnant with both in her stomach at the same time. The reasoning is they're called the twins. The twins of Ohami and Kitsune. Nonetheless, the brothers themselves never see themselves as caring for others and are always in disputes with each other. One thousand years old of old brother and five hundred years old little brother. The Ohami is late on the growth. A growth on par with the human through many years ahead of them.

Royal Fairy is only a veil beyond the villainess she's to be in surviving.

"One day and you've grown up so much, My Queen."

"I hope you don't play any more jokes on me, dear husband." Rerin's eyes to a black shadowy silhouette. It's a rampaging night.

"Dear little witch, come into my cuddling in my arms as of now?" Glovisa's finely figure out of the moon.

Rerin's eyes gradually had their golden royal color back. "Tell me beforehand so I could be joyous in scrapping to pieces back of your plan."

"There will be more of your not knowing it back. The La Mon door keeping track of your memories? It tells you everything?"

"Are we going to stay the night here?" Another question is the answer.

"It's likely so," said Glovisa.

"The people… no, it's the kitsune." She's seen on the earlier way. The auras of people exited in her eyes. Its abstract white glowing wave added a few spices of blue color surrounding the people of the kitsune. It's the kitsune 'royal' color.

"Dear husband, I don't want to ask this but I must about it," a serious said.

"What it's?"

"Where're we?" Rerin's another embarrassment. Supposed it's still daylight, when did it become dark?

"Your power allows you to be where you want less in than a wink of the eyes. It's a little bet I will be able to get to know more by the time you're by my side."

Rerin didn't say anything but her eyes stayed firm on Glovisa. "Convince me that no deceit in your words."

"It's your little power, Rerin." The power by she's the witch. It's only a little of it but effectively tremendous. Glovisa's eyes are on the dark sphere. "It traps your prey or enemies or single things you want to toys with it. They'll never escape from it unless you wish it."

"Have you known about it?"

"Yes, I'm. I know about it."

Uhhh... dear husband... feels like she's the one trapped by him.

"Kitsune are vicious with their appearances, words, seduces art, and acts. We're the traits of witches. We're in collude with the witches since long years ago. You want to hear the reason of the history why we have it..."

"Then, the engagement is?"

"It's not," assured Glovisa. "Your Highness The Excellency Asch is my little brother. He's betrothed to your older sister. Rerin, you and I have siblings but our siblings are twins." Glovisa's chuckled. "We never admit it."

More or less again, she could picture the diagnosis diagram of a kind family between the clans.

Family matters need to be settled before the views of the other can come into mind. "Where are we going to stay tonight?"

The superiority shows him it'll take longer to subside Rerin's sullenness. "I'm your husband. Should you talk with the kind of tone I'm displeasing with?"

Rerin's eyes feel distant from her husband. 'You care that much about him whilst he's not?.'

A person of the void. "Where's the fun I'm supposed to be having today?" Questioned Rerin.

It's impossible to have connected hearts in this world?

"It's in your heart."

Alpha title, should she give it to Kitsune? Because it lies whiter than white lies. "The black heart?" The heart is unable to see the tiniest tinge twinge feelings.

Your Majesty The King is her husband but there's some distance. A distance created by Glovisa himself.

The witch and the kitsune. They're magnets to each other. It's the sine qua non the witch coming to the kitsune. Kitsune's pure intelligent-ness never faded it's not wrong of the kitsune to be the witch's pet.

Now, it tells her it's not wrong what she felt toward Glovisa. .

The moon and Glovisa. Both of them are luscious in the mind. The adam's apple moves down. Gulped down lusty possessions. The hair or the eyes but the whole Glovisa being is luminous temptations. The feelings want to cage both strong in her desires. Still, she controlled the wild instinct of wild animals with human weaknesses.

Little sadness was replaced by the burn savoring the revenging taste. The moon again in the eyes. Rerin could see the red waver waves all around Kitsune's moon. It's her color? The red color.

"So many colors you see on the moon, won't make it prettier but an ugly man."

"How it's so?"

"No need to cage me, Rerin. I'm your husband. Not going anywhere but your side of nothing matters except your being."