Sun silhouettes

The two of them walked in the garden, full of flowers. Revar walked ahead of Esstele. With such a heavy dress, her steps would naturally be slow and difficult to keep up with her large steps. The silhouette of the late afternoon sun shone in the yard.

"Revar." Esstele called out in a tone that was not as soft as in the tea room. She paused, exhaled slowly then turned around with a haggard look on her face and sad eyes.

"What is it Lady." In a voice that had no falseness when they were among nobles.

"I was wondering if the blood cross marriage will continue, or stop between the two of us." This time they were silent for a while. Well that was a difficult discussion.

In the bloodline only Esstele would marry Rever. The beaddyefl kingdom's blood cross marriages were already spread almost all over the Eastern kingdom.

Revar felt de javu with his current situation. "It's nothing." He said in that low tone, sounding like he was gurgling but Lady could not hear him. Her face frowned slightly.

"It feels like Lady sounds worried." With a face as calm as the water in Lake Mutara, he said it as if he wanted to dismiss Lady Senataria's uneasiness.

Esstele was sure she was not mistaken. Revar's expression changed in seconds.

"Other than the title of ducches, am I entitled to one thing about this kingdom." He sounded protesting, but it was a selfish remark.

"I feel like I'm hearing a greedy request, just so the lady knows." He stepped closer, the distance between them almost nonexistent. A slight bow. "I'm just carrying out what has been in place for a long time, if lady is worried about that matter, please handle it yourself." His words were truly heartless.

"Duke, it seems my words have made you misunderstand. Hearing you say that makes my worries disappear." Smiling quickly as if the words were an indirect answer from Revar.

The man glanced over with his eyes, after a few steps.

"That foreign object pinching the tie, I feel troubled by it." Estele played her role well, she could even speak with a smiley face.

"Didn't I tell you, that's your problem." a cold voice with no tone and an expression of annoyance was seen in the blue eyes that were like a predator bored with its meal.

Esstele smiled, bowed respectfully even Rever did not see her, her long steps disappearing from behind the royal pillar wall.

"It will be good when she grows up." Estele murmured as she plucked a flower that was still infested with bees. Her feelings were slightly torn. It was beautiful to see the bee seeking disturbed comfort.

The view of flowers with enough sun to add beauty is the grace of the beaddyefl kingdom.

***

Rever entered his private room. His face was hardened with a frowning gaze. He looked tired, but his steps led to the workbench that directly overlooked his game yard. He smiled. There were several servants in the yard putting in deer cubs. He brought his game from the city of Dessie.

She was currently 15 years old, well soon she would be going to the capital city of Vasse, as a successor she had to know about history.

That's boring.

A knock on the door of her room drew her attention. The door made an impression, Ortiz entered with his wide strides, his well-built body clad in a tight-fitting suit that showed off his muscular curves. But he would only be limited to his personal bodyguard.

In physical form he would probably be the same as Ortiz in 3 years, even though the bodyguard was 18 years old.

"I do not intend to intrude on your time duke, but it is urgent." His words and firm voice sounded boring and that was bad.

"Is this related to the school in vasse." his tone sounded annoyed, with a cold face devoid of expression. Ortiz was silent, a sign that rever's suspicions were correct. He would only speak frankly.

"Just do it early this season, I'll leave." that sentence of agreement made Ortiz immediately disappear politely from behind the grand door of his private room. The mansion that was separate from the palace. His most private room that was directly connected to his lake dock, through a window slit door.

He was pensive. His life was nothing but attention. Leading, ruling, wanting all the things, but in the royal context. Well that was good. No need to go to the trouble of building a ladder of life.

No need to think about anything other than maintaining and living the life of a beaddyfl duke. The throne is currently under felipe's control, he manages everything perfectly. Once again, his job is just to survive and continue what has been there for a long time.