The King Glovisa

"Spacing out missing out on bit gem of things on precious timely not good. Morning is the time to sharpen your senses," said Glovisa with gentle eyes.

Digging in with a thick face is unbecoming but Rerin did it sitting while taking breakfast the same way. In 29 years old life, she's going to forget it all about how one should behave at the table. It doesn't in another world. Calmness comes after the food goes down to the stomach. Like rusty gears that haven't been used in a long time, everything starts works well when the oil is applied. That goes how about everything in her body literally.

"Thank you for the meals," said Rerin. She didn't make it but should at least she says thanks. A good way to everything begins with 'thank you.' though it's a doubt now that she's in a parallel world or it's not.

The young king's silvered hair caught her eye's attention again. His hair is really long. It's really another world. A man has such long hair and it's quite enchanted her. Following behind along since earlier in the hallway, her's eyes have been on the hair. A charming attraction makes her eyes seem glued to it. Single hair structured light, shining, glossy, and silky-smooth. It blows in the wind through opened windows, touching it inevitably an ineluctable yearning. A glittering of ice frost particles flowing waved lightly. A plain trick to the eyes?

The heart and mind collide together having joy in the morning. Rerin lets the confounded feelings have their way since magic kind of makes it messier enough the day she wakes up in someone else's room. Other than a question about why she walks without slippers at her feet?

The looks so young, handsome, and beautiful man, not only about his face but his body line, and very much whiter hair color, very much want to ask how long you have lived? Naughty question locked and jailed in the heart but face's smirking. Rerin guessed the hair length more than the waist could he take off the hair band?

A poker face won't do work for the type anything on mind is easily carved on the face. The side that is hard to cast away. He tied it in a ponytail but it's down to bottomless. Comparison of a different world where white fur is white enough but he's whiter than it. Coming from excellent breeding? Sound like an animal. Sure it's, fantasy has a limit.

"You're eating well in the groove is pleasing. Should I cast away the worries?"

"Worries??? Ah, yes. You should." It was for the previous Rerin but now, it's meant for her as well. "I'm well. Well, last night's sleep could be I'm on breakfast meals in a good manner." No reason for the stomach needs to be filled regardless of the feelings of a 'lady' should have.

"The reason? I thought you wanted to cut it down because of unfit clothes lately. You have and I heard the complaints about it."

Clothes? Her clothes??? She sees herself fit as it's. What it's about the clothes? It's the previous one or the others ones she wears???

Wait, then... about her clothes... the man in front of her knows about it... that means... what the...

How many milestones have stretched wide and maybe far to the horizon? It won't come down to it but certainly not be glossed over is no one knows her better than him. She couldn't bang her head on the table right now but had a plan to do it later when the man was out of sight.

No existing relationship is a lie. It's the clothes she wears every day.

"I'm having a dream waking up in another world. Quite surprised, I'm eating to forget it all." It's not. Thanks to otaku traits, helpless feelings weren't much. Also to hope she wasn't the female lead in the book. Otherwise, those waking up ladies in another world as female antagonists won't help.

"What about some more breakfast?"

'Don't kill me with breakfast.' Looking at the food on the plates, she could save it for elevenses, brunch, and lunch. People won't get hungry so much in the morning and she doesn't get as much relish for foods. The cold at the feet from grass dew is moisture-driven coolness that does not seem to be in winter or summer.

"My clothes are fine as it's. I'm sorry for the trouble."

"I see. How's today breakfast? How do you like the chef's cooking?"

"A chef? Where's he?" A house of no shadow single silhouette of a person on the way. It's impossible such a house didn't have servants to manage it. Other is, why she asked a dubious question of doubt. Where should he not the kitchen?

"It's been me. To forget it was it because of the dream as well?"

Fanciful joke. It's light and takes the mind blowy with easiness. "Why not? I might happen to forget who you're as well."

Putting down both knife and fork on each side simultaneously. Clacking sounds at the touch of metal and silverware break the dawn tranquility at the rise of sunrise and its moderately hot light. Glovisa taking a ticking second carved Rerin's lips, cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead covered by straight bangs, and ears deeply into the eyes. The face enticed glow, radiant, glossy, luminous, and soft structured at every inch of the fiancée. The heart feels meaning differently from how Rerin has it. Comfortableness within herself forgotten usual ignoring she gave to him though siding side by side frequently.

"Say my name, then. Will you?"

Silence passed for a few seconds yet my mind get it far stretched to a thousandth years' time. God's honest truth is, "I don't know your name." It's a high road while the man will be in high dudgeon.

"I couldn't call your name."

Glovisa cupping Rerin's face, head titled to left, an icing a whisper in a beguiling low voice, "Your Majesty."

A vamp by inveigling touch in the morning, butterflies coming down to Rerin's stomach. A joke regardless flows of time doesn't make it an old one. "Oh, …" The chain broke. Continuous words are not in the head.

It's a joke Rerin used to hear till every time she heard it only a quarter sincere smile was exhibited. For the next topic, Rerin's eyes to the dress, abruptly a thought rushed.

"I'll dress well tomorrow morning." Might as well do it for the rest of her life. It's supposed to be the day but way waking up bizarre than common ones. Who goes straight up to breakfast after waking up? Putting an end to shamelessness is in high time. The setting change set in the head onward.

Rerin's dress into Glovisa's sight. It's a white dress. Tonight's seventh night. "It's something to look forward to tomorrow." The fiancée in the bride's dress is in weeks' time customary for engagement. Its lineage prestige at no time overlooked coming ceremonial ceremonies. He didn't care much about it only Kitsune busied themselves with things.

Glovisa's eyes to the gate entrance. Maids come in with hands holding a few baskets. Quite an unexpected harvest. Rather than greeting, the maids and men made their way to the other room. Come out a moment later.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." By four of them.

"How it's?" Glovisa's voice sharp penetrates coldness.

Rerin's dumbfounded by words. Your Majesty??? She's not in the royal historical romance setting novel, isn't she???

Many and many and many more complicated plots, plans, and schemes coming soon!!! It's royal high and up the road and she's got caught in it.

One of the maids gives a white silk feather to Glovisa. There are characters she couldn't get the mind to apprehend. Curiosity naturally comes.

"They're looking forward to seeing Imperial Lady back in the palace." Both maids see eye to the eye.

A stunning bad joy expressed from her face! Palace!!!??? The place on the earth where the choices turned one life to torturing hell or heavenly hell depends most on the wording and ways of exorcising the power and authority. The place where people wore the mask most. Hidden visages conveyed heartened veracity in colors other than black and white. Natural is grey. Cognizance setting up lore began in ancient times.

She's going to that place so soon? Is she not even leaving footprints traced at the 'new house' yet?

"It's the reason why you ladies are late back?" Rerin could feel she was shaking in anger and fume. Next time, don't go anywhere.

Glovisa had suppressed a quiet laugh. 'Ladies?' Rerin is amusing in her tone and words on the day she's late to the breakfast table.

"Apologizes, Lady Princess. Today, the stall selling your favorite fruit is nowhere to be seen. Maybe the owner is taking a vacation from her business."

The trick of the eyes her eyes again? Abstracts of black and red waves circling drifted and waved from head to toe. Plain aesthetics did her fly off the handle.

"Well, should the stall owner know who likes eating the fruit, it's doubtful she'll take a day off." The other one answered.

Well, it's none in Rerin's mind.

Lady Princess and Imperial Lady. What's the title could give her? "That's fine. Let's take a break from it."

"You'll do no strolling today?" A question from the maid.

"For today. Slept well last night makes me want to rest well more." A smile to Glovisa. "Your Majesty, it's fine?"

She doesn't want to do any activities to come to her today. The reason for the asked permission.

Glovisa nodded. Quite a temperament Rerin shows him. How the woman cleans as a hound's teeth will give sadness as a hound dog's eye to eyes who see her as prey.

A reeling up revenge. "It's fine to have a break," says Glovisa. He takes a white vinery glass fill with lychee clear juice. Lips at the glass rim. Head tilted up, Adam's apple moves up and down to the gulped drink. A little bit at the bottom left, putting the glass foot down swiftly, fingers touch the bowl glass, pure water trickle out from the bottom mixing and embedding both colors. Glovisa's small smile right on sculptured assuage. Glovisa's hand on the chin, glancing at the diamond-silvered engagement ring on the ring finger growing a wave-like glowing cloud.

"I want to have time to look at the books." An excuse. It's the book in her head that'll get her complete comprehension of understanding relations around.

Men at Glovisa's sides said nothing since returning. Standing while the eyes are too far away. Previous Rerin's rich leisure in the blossoming morning. Never is she curious about fruit 'Rerin' like eating so much. "Let's have a taste of it later."

"Later?"

"Uh, …" Exam sheet answer is blank. That's in her head. Spit it out accidentally because she can't take a break from spouting out whatever is in her mind in recklessness's habit. It's one of the problems from now on.

Surviving, one needs to take care of the mouth first to save a little chick from being pecked by a rooster or hen easily. Idiom she makes describing the being 'It's born.' to the world not too long.

Reading only 20 pages of the book gives Rerin the reason to have predominance supremacy protect herself from pieces of evil. Imperial Lady is the atypical title for princess, queen, or empress. Only Kitsune Melodies got it aberrant while reading different kinds of books.

The path is unknown whether she's going toward the book as directed or going inversely but having it in divergent ways is the safest. Next time, she buys a book, let's straight away turn the last page and see the ending. Bold tenacity and courage upon abstract waves of the blue and golden color of the moon.

It's cracked into half in the mind. Where to find carte blanche time loitering around at bookshops and reading them?