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Never again in her mind, again. she's wearing a bride's dress. Why again? Earlier, before her legs went downstairs for lunch, after taking shower because she felt sticky with beads of sweat behind her back, many questions she wanted to ask Glovisa. Like in an instance, why they're at the inn again? The same inn where the folksy ball was held. Of the next question is why she's going to wear a bride's dress again. Is there a continuation after the kitsune's bride dress? Onto the next question, why she's working hard learning to cook lunch when there's prepared one for them? And what about the ingredients? Where did it go? And last question but not least, why she's at walking without slippers again at her feet? Rerin has a guessing answer for that one question. It's hard getting in a familiar state after so long not wearing it. A solution is used to it step by step. An exhaled breath.

"Please eat, dear," said Viovila.

"Thank you, madam." The thankfulness for delicious food.

Glovisa's soft stare at her made, no hungriness in the stomach but hungry in amorous desires. "Have you gone out anywhere?"

"I have," said Glovisa.

He hasn't drained of strength? " Where?" Around the inn?

"He has been sitting here for while you're sleeping." Lovee's answer to Rerin's question.

Right. They're having lunch at the table at a late time. She wakes up by flipping pages sound. Glovisa's sitting in the room corner with books in his hands. Her eyes see empty pages. But Glovisa's eyes were on it intently.

Earlier time, he was taking shower and they were in the same room. The first time, she's in the same room with her husband, Glovisa. Exhaled breath, and plumping herself to bed, Rerin's giving no care about it. It's obligatory to serve him like a queen however he wants it. It may be early to have a kind mindset but Glovisa's never touched her sensitive parts and the man is always patient with her. It's because of the kitsune? The being as he told her? Of no women can't conquer the heart? Hmmm... a humming to herself. The eyes getting sleepy. A moment's sleep will be good for tired eyes. The showering sound inside the bathroom shows it'll take longer for Glovisa to be out. The sound of the rain splattering the ground with its sharp fall like a piece of music to her sleep. A meditation she heard from the bathroom.

She couldn't help but not ask question after question to Glovisa.

She's being a child clinging and wants to be pampered around the one she's seeking attention. The sound is getting heavier like heavy rain not unstoppable soon.

She falls into a deep sleep. Touring around the town, the awaken of witch power, fighting with Glovisa, the retainer of thousands of years old, and cooking, Rerin couldn't find sense in all of it. What to get and have, then? There are fleeting feelings to run and have ordinary days of fun and happiness, laughing and smiling as much as she wants, and free as the wind and light as a breeze somewhere where she doesn't have single worries but only her circles.

A drop of water fell on her cheek. One, two, three keep dropping down on Rerin's cheek from wet hair and face. Glovisa has been out of the bathroom a time and sees wife sleeping soundly on the bed. The bathroom is steamed with hot vapor dispersed outside. The secret steams to Kitsune's beauty and youthfulness. The perfect panacea to old growth is Kitsune's bathing. Glovisa has the bath at the 'next door' because the human bath is not exactly for him. It's fine for humans and others but Kitsune has its standard. The unreachable standard to others. He wondered about Ohami and Funirishou. For the beautiful Yoseiminn as one in his eyes, crystalize pure pearl water is the one. It's also the one used by the mermaid and merman.

"Your Majesty, I think you should wipe your hair and face first before long staring onto your wife's face," said Lovee behind the wall outside. His eyes calmly to the planted abundant trees. He's standing on the plank with crossed arms.

"Lovee, you're getting familiar with your words. I don't find the tiniest scrap of closeness between us. Where do you think it is?" Glovisa's eyes stay still on Rerin's face. The babylike's face is unable his eyes to avert to nuisance behind the wall. The hand of the silver nail brushes Rerin's eyebrows carefully. He never saw Rerin dress herself up well but the day coming to town, she's shows she's one beauty epitome. Glovisa's chuckled. He's being naughty at his thoughts.

Glovisa's affirmation, "Lovee?"

Little sighed and almost do rolling his eyes, Lovee's 'Yes, yes' in his mind. He's annoyed. "Pardon me, Your Majesty My King. I don't wish to be pardoned but with the punishment. Implicated these on me, Your Majesty the King." Kitsune of the icy cold outside but the heart is warm.

"Put the exact words firmly into your chest. You're off the Ohami and I don't relate to Ohami well."

"Your Highness Your Excellency Asch?" A bold question from Lovee.

"My dear, are you serving me or him?" A penetrable question.

"I can't... answer it... Your Majesty My King." Quite a shutters Lovee have it. He's the Ohami and the King should be served His Highness the Excellency Asch but he was half Funirishou and the Queen is Queen of Kitsune and also the wife of the King of Kitsune. The right or left path has long left undecided and undetermined. But as the Queen lays another path out of the right or left, he'll leave for another.

"You're being of two clans predestined since ancient yet no answer to it? You're of no weakling. Because weaklings can answer questions without hesitation easily comes from fear to the king."

"My dear King, you're the only one dearest to anyone."

Glovisa can't ever be intended to deceive because he's deceiving himself. The originator of it. Unknown to Queen, he's half of the primogenitor subject.

Why did he know it?

Lovee is one of the apprentices of the witch progenitor. The witch progenitor of three. The queen now was the second apprentice and the progenitor was on her mother's side. Red lips, eyes, voice, and hands are the ultimate arts seductions of witches. It's easy seeps into the hearts because of no ending and limitless greediness unseen even by themselves.

Kitsune only for the power and yet long time terms with witches evolve Kitsune on par with them, witches. Now, there's a King whose have those in him ultimate coming with both witch and kitsune's progenitor with no one can be rivaled of. "Your Majesty My King, you're the one of the Queen."

"Alright, don't let anyone touch ingredients downstairs. Lets the witch cook it by herself. I'm looking forward to the dishes made by the witch. I haven't tasted it for long. I'm craving for one."

"You have, Your Majesty."

"Of low quality. Could be fed to those in the street."

He believes these witches who serve Glovisa are high-ranking witches but can't satiate Glovisa. By the Rerin 'newborn' status, they're unparalleled to Rerin so to say. Winning over her works easily. But the taste of the King, who could have the guess how his taste buds?

"You're still here? Get out of the view."

"Yes, Your Majesty My King." Lovee leaves the plank attached near the window. It was the plank for customers or inner workers to put pots of fragrant flowers. There's none now. The planks work like stairs from the room's window to other window rooms. One plank carries one pot or two pots. He's standing there is a piece of work.

Glovisa touched his short hair. He hasn't been back to the palace for long. Also, there's an invitation to the royal fairy in at royal imperial city. A city bustling with people and creatures. Whether it's low rank or high, and young or old. Devil or not, not say about it. It's natured nature. He's fine with it.

Back to the royal imperial city, it's meaning he will see Asch's face and his henchmen. Well, he has ones but walking escorting like a prisoner, he preferred to walk alone with only one or two violet valet. Mostly it's only one. Of himself, he doesn't need double eyes in keeping eyes on things. He can do it all, it's just he's lazy to care.

The green tree is abundant in its leaves. The wind coming greeting it, the leaves greeting back with gentle willows. Such sight is displeasing to Glovisa. It's the same thing to Rerin.

It'll be a good sight of the tree in a different color. The color of the icicles is icy ice and the red and pinkish color of the leaves. The flowers' buds remain of the same color. The picture of a tree in the mind.

The white-hot vapor still swirling around the room but as it goes soon it'll disappear. Rerin hasn't shown signs to wake up. Like she'll sleep for a little longer.

Soon, there's a knock on the door.

Again? Glovisa's question.

"May I open the door?"

No words come out.

"Thank you," answered Lovee behind the door. He comes showing himself. Dress up as the inn workers.

"No enough standing behind the wall, you respectfully come in through the door. What an aspect I come truly to loathe."

"I came delivering your clothes, Your Majesty."

"Leave it."

Lovee nodded. Putting the clothes on the low cabinet, Lovee nod again and feet to the doorway. "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Glovisa's eyes to trees. Certainly, when the leaves are abundant, you'll lose sight of anything preying on predators in the dark. It's another chit-chat on the negotiation table in daylight though he won't do much using his mouth. Mostly it works only with his eyes and hands. Rerin's sulkiness doubled come she woke to find him not at her side. "On the other hand, Lovee, dress me up," said Glovisa.

Lovee's hand on the door's handle, back facing Glovisa, only the face to him. "I believe you can dress up, Your Majesty My King."

"Certainly, I can. I haven't been back to the palace for a long and I lost the touch of serving myself. You've been by my side and haven't yet served me for thousands of years. It's time to show your repayment and reimbursement."

"That's what we call laziness, Your Majesty."

"I don't save for nothing." Firm voice of the King.

Lovee's eyes to Rerin. It's the first sleeping Queen form in the eyes. A child sleeping. "How about we go to another room? You'll do complains while I'm serving you. I don't want to wake up little queen."

"There's still a customer downstairs? Where's your mother?"

"Kitsune's still there." Lovee takes the clothes on his hands back.

"I want to talk to them."

"Follow me, Your Majesty."

Glovisa's behind him wearing the bathrobe made in kitsune fur and feathers. It's comfortable to wear after a long soak. "Do well, Lovee. I've expectations for you."

"As long as you don't hurt me much, Your Majesty. Then, I'm yours."

The room behind the room. It's another of the palace. It's not the room of the inn but a room made exclusively for the king. Its displayed the shadow of the king's palace. Glovisa takes up the vinery glass and the second Lovee pours cream white like water into the glass.

"How's the taste?"

"It's fine. Drinkable." Waiting for the king. It's the fine drink for the fine king.

Gulped down the juice, it's testified. "Do your job, Lovee."

"I thought it was a joke."

"It wasn't. I don't joke around."

Lovee taking pieces of clothes and putting them on Glovisa's body. "Your hair hasn't been short for long."

"You won't have a taste burned to ashes, Lovee?"

"You don't play, My King."

"I don't. Let's have our break chit-chatting while for trees to blossom beautifully. When there's of it hindering the vision, it's better to prune them all at once." Glovisa's taking time adjusting the clothes. Lovee has done it marvelously. It's the clothes made and served by halved Ohami and Funirishou. He never wears other clans' made clothes but kitsune. The others presented clothes by sub-clans, the one palace built for it. Of the kitsune's softness, he accepts them by the meet of the eyes.

"You're the King of Kitsune but not a husband."

"A time when role going back and forth, not timing is convenient for them to say 'Goodness, gracious."

"Where's the path I admire you, Your Majesty?"