Key and Witness of Blue Moon

Rerin looked at the bed while sitting on the window sill. It has been a while. The night without her realizing it. The day has been nothing but she's in a blank space. After passing the dinner, she locked herself in the bedroom, and her eyes were all about the bed and wardrobe cupboard.

A full stomach will lead to activities at the night and to falling asleep is quite a trouble. The expectation is she's going back to waking up in the usual room after sleeping like how it's done this morning. That won't be.

No one was in the house. No difference from how she was living before. Where's the lively situation she expected from those novels she has read? And the closet is full of one kind of dress. The kind dresses ingrain people's mouths by saying, 'Are you a bride?'

Bouncing off from the window sill, Rerin's walking to the closet. It's the closet that has no normal clothes. Meaning way as it's, tomorrow morning, it's still the bride dress she'll be wearing. Banging it closed, walking to the bed edge, Rerin plumped herself while the exhaled breath of chilled night. Rolling right and left over and over again and again. Tired, Rerin stared far into the wall, freeing the mind from the space of thoughts.

Hand grabbing a white soft pillow on the left side, plushies hugging like how she remembered it. Devised tomorrow morning's plan not in my head.

The maids vibing out of that antagonist character maids' to the protagonist. Rerin rolled out a welcoming mat for them in less created trouble so she can care less. Plus, the perspective of maids bouncing off of followed orders of the masters. Cold the frosted snowflake than it. The fantasy world, it's still the same concept everywhere. It's about the same as the snowflake she looked forward so much to see.

The images and handmade ones she sees weren't satisfying enough. It's possible to create it without it melting in the sun? The wind comes breezily from the open-up windows. The billowy curtains ease up the mind to make up choices of streak endless thoughts of the situation. Lie down on her stomach, resting her chin on the pillow, Rerin gazed at the moon. It was not the usual moon she saw. Gradually it'll disappear from the mind replaced by the one.

Moments pass by and Rerin's eyes are still on it. The moon itself eliminated the golden color. Rounding up crescent-shaped, white color takes up the space. Rerin's captivated. She sat up and facing up the moon earnestly. Coming one kind of the moon, Rerin's eyes engraved of it. Momentarily, she loses in moon gravity and it locked her eyes in.

Knock on the door, Rerin turns with the moon's eyes. The eyes see a human but a shadow of the beast behind. Werewolf. Black shiny fur, long-haired and soft-silky. Rustled up from bed, step to step to the door, a light touch, and a soft spark around it, Rerin felt hunger longing lingering sweet feelings.

"Lady Princess, it's time to wear the bride's dress." Speak to the maid behind the door.

The night moon disappears from the eyes. Retrieved pure golden eyes. Another night dress? Didn't open up the door, speaking only within the partition of the door. "I'm already wearing one, though." It's a layered dress? "There's another one to wear?" It's a question for herself. The next one is for the maid. "I have to change the dress?"

"Yes, it's," answered her.

"Which dress should I change into?" asked Rerin. Naturally eyes to the closet. She sighing. No matter the dress, the closet has it the same. Tightened lips are frustration. An awkwardness telling her she needs to have normal ones than the trick of helping herself be someone bride. She couldn't have thought she was someone bride with those dresses.

"I'm here only to instruct you. That's all." The maid clasped her hands and nodding, she left. The blue moon brightened up the dim hallway through a glass window. A crooked smile folded. Black feathers and furs trail in the air behind the maid. It's cold. The night and the people. It wasn't winter come but the breathing is chilled.

Inside the room, Rerin's loitering around fiddling with thoughts. What is the dress? The one worn is not one? Looking at the one she wore, it doesn't a make difference. Answers won't come. Adapting to 'Rerin's life is enigmatic. The maids have few words. She can't get the meanings of the fully wholly-grained piece. Ignoring it is what she wants to do. Plumping on the bed, Rerin whispered, "Time will have my way."

Rolled up here and there, the bed getting warm from a crumpled blanket. It's getting hot as the night goes to deeper dark with ticking time. A relentlessly young lady couldn't sleep on the first night. Putting pillows to the headboard, Rerin leaned back with crossed legs. The hand takes the notebook to the bedside table. It's a normal book but she can't open it. Figuring out it was a book with a key but finding it is a headache. Flip it up, down, left, and right of it, it's a diary-like notebook.

Leaving it as it's, Rerin's eyes far into the night view. Might not sleep until the morning come. As well as wearing the bride or bridesmaid dress at the breakfast table again. Her big regret after the spent day is didn't check out the closet cause house tempts the legs to go there and here around. In the end, it was too big to have explored on the first day. The kitchen is a different matter than the rest of the rooms. Spacious and luxuries bring imagination to her head. Is 'Rerin' like to spend time in the kitchen?

Maids didn't neglect the duty relationship. Distance doesn't make them hers. As well as men. It the pretty cool figuring out, 'Rerin' nobody but off only her here?

There's knocking again at the door. What is it this time? Checking whether she has changed her clothes or not? Even so, she doesn't have the willingness to change her clothes because they're all the same. Couldn't think she'll be someone's bride of the night. Legs down to the floor but taking the next step is throwing tantrums.

Rerin took the chance letting the maid wait for her. Quite a boss in the house, why not let the subordinate wait a moment? It wouldn't hurt the legs very much. Soon, coming the minutes after minutes, laziness going to mountain up. Rerin exhaled breath. Sleepy eyelids, her body getting heavier to get up, and the door waiting for her to unlock.

Earlier morning, she's easy to open the door with reckless thought. Lips smirked and chuckled naughtily. Thought to do the same in the mind. The night when she couldn't sleep came along with playfulness unwillingly. A Flash answer comes to Rerin's mind to question why the kitchen little bit different from others. It's because insomnia drives you to hunger almost the time?

She exerted strength to get her limbs to walk to the door. She's not going to let the maid go away without telling her important stuff to know for the night. What's it?

Looking at the time, she doesn't want to open the door. Talking with a partition is better at night. She doesn't want to see maids' faces or anyone's. Previous Rerin's lonesome needs to be thrown away as soon as she is done adjusting and reasoning why she's waking up in another soul and body.

She had the call to stop recalling or having 'previous Rerin' in her mind. She didn't think of a reason but the soul is her in the body. One and only enough reason not to be a loser to how everything was done previously. Hoping for the last dialogue before going to the bed, she wants to wake up looking fresh through a few hours of sleep. Coming close to the door, yawning is irresistible. Rerin could feel drowsiness drowning her slowly. It's good as she doesn't need to stay awake as dark and deep nights lurked closer in the strange land.

"Yes?" Tranquility as Rerin's still waiting for a reply. Serene moment of silence. Figure it herself, "It's about the dress?" A soft whisper to herself. Rerin chuckled. It's not. The bride's dress.

Silent. No answering voice behind the door. "Miss Maid?" She has to check again. "Ladies?"

The two-door panels busted open. Rerin took steps backward abruptly. A little bit surprised. Your Majesty, ... the King??? Isn't?

Glovisa steps up to Rerin with a firm and seducing smile. "Looks like you didn't change into it."

"Your Majesty..." Most likely she refused to do it. It's the King coming to her without any notice. "I thought it was..." Rerin peered out behind Glovisa. No maids, only the man alone. Why he's here?

The breeze comes from open-up windows. Glovisa's eyes to it. The two panels open wide rather than usual. He's a man of no stingy for a smile. A deceiving smile. "How's the night wind? Isn't it cold?"

"I couldn't sleep so I open up the windows to sleep better." Her honesty is unexpected to herself. Talking to the man whose name she doesn't know is unnecessary goosebumps and tremors come. Rerin couldn't question herself having a man easily in the room without questions. To know the name is compulsory by now.

Glovisa walked to the windows. Moon in the eyes. "Rerin, how it's the moon beautiful in your eyes?" Questioned Glovisa without turning to Rerin. The locked blue moon was luminous in his eyes.

"Isn't it white?" blurted Rerin. Stillness eyes to the moon unbreakable from the salt of the earth type. In hot water, she'll be soon. Another time not too simper but enough to be a pain in the neck.

She needs to break a habit in another world inversely to how it's going to be reversed from than former. Further blurted something shouldn't have, snug as a bug in a rug when pigs fly. Rerin doesn't want to have a single day where she's at her wits' end. She didn't see the moon during the day when she couldn't find one or have time to decipher everything.

To break the mold forgetting completely another world is to survive first. "It's not. The color is wrong." It's a historic finding of a moon of blue and shaped crescent of it is white. Rerin's eyes to Glovisa's eyes. "It's the same as your eyes." The unconscious reflexive touching Glovisa's lower eye fold looking it's the right answer in his eyes.

The woman was very much more alluring to him than ticking seconds. Pinching Rerin's cheeks rallying piece by piece Rerin's perplexing play out of much ordinary. "Your eyes to the moon still you get it wrong? So much amusement on the day when I've my legs going to your bedroom waking you up instead of you coming to me by yourself," asserted Glovisa.

Facing each other, Glovisa's laid-back attitude doesn't mind Rerin of it.

"I see your eyes no different from the one moon in the sky. I didn't wear glasses yet though I've read many books. Trust me, Your Majesty. My vision is clear as a crystal," expressed Rerin. She's babbling nonsense about other life. It couldn't be helped by typical down-to-earth honesty.

"Tell me, dearest," hinted Glovisa.

"It's the bona fide one." Force of habit can't be broken easily. The way is to adjust the sentences accordingly. She wouldn't be lying and honest at two-timing. Certainly, one in Glovisa's eyes or one in the sky, she will see for the rest of her life.

The type of dress catches Glovisa's eyes. "It's not a bride dress?" asked Glovisa. The long prepared dress before the engagement.

It's the dress the maid talked about? "Do I need to wear it?" Getting investigated like a criminal for the dress is another usual nonsense? Rerin wants to keep dialogue short because sleepiness has its way.

"Why aren't you wearing the bride's dress when you're the bride herself?"

"I'm going to sleep not be someone's bride. It's night." Rerin's eyes to the moon. Trying to tell the King it's the night when people should be in the bed and sleep.

"Do you really think so?" Glovisa's hands wrapped around Rerin's waist.

Glovisa's forehead to Rerin's with closed eyes. "The moon's wish come quickly and unexpectedly. You're my wife on seventh's night with no one has thought about it."

"I don't know pieces of your saying." What the man's nonsense at late of the night? Sure, he's not coming here to voice twaddle weirdly.

"The moon's wish supposed better done quicker. Let's not have menacing come by by delaying it."

"What's it?" Though she's always carefree Glovisa's seriousness has meaning behind it though she didn't want to know notwithstanding the affairs related to her. She has an aim and a purpose.

"You need to change into a bride's dress. Follow-up will come soon."

The 'Your Majesty' seems out of the intention to back off.