Her Birthday

Rerin's eyes to the Glovisa. Since coming to the field after the tie vows in kitsune's bride dress, he hasn't uttered a single word. What was in the mind? Rerin couldn't guess it but still better to the devil you know than the devil you don't know.

"How do you like it?"

Now comes the man's voice to her ears. Its assured feelings blew away thoughts he was angry for having a stroll in the field at night.

Rerin's embarrassment of having a great feeling of the late night walking around without anything on her feet?? The touch between her foot and the grass is not much cold as she thought it would be. It's the same in the morning. No servants in the sight. It's night. On the bed and sleep is the nature of the night. Servants wake up much earlier to prepare a presentation done exquisitely not bringing shame to the dignity of the master of the house.

The only not sleeping one is walking around because she's a wife to the King. It's not much hard to believe it.

She's waking up with no one to believe and no aide to talk to.

"How about questions and answers, Rerin? It's to chase boredom." Glovisa's index finger to Rerin's nose. "It's the face of no nothing tiny bit to do."

A question? What questions should she ask? Dynamic honesty personality likewise, she has so much but which angles aimed at the beginning?

Her tender eyes to Glovisa, Rerin let a question out of intention, "Why I'm your fiancée?" It feels like a stupid question. It's love or it's an arrangement without love?

"Finally, you have thought about it." Glovisa crossed his arms. "It's you for me and your older sister for my younger brother."

'Older sister? Younger brother?'

Rerin curiosity sparks Glovisa's concern. Sadly, the little lady is erased from the past.

"Older sister?"

"Her name is pronounced almost the same as your name."

Starlit sky and an older sister, what kind of person she's? Looking forward to seeing her.

Glovisa facing up to the moon. It halved into half blue and white. The voiced words with eyes still to the moon. "What gift do you want?"

A gift? Following the night, her gratefulness for her husband didn't show his virility on the first night. By her eyes' judgment, the man doesn't seem to force himself on others. By the vow to the moon, Rerin dissembles blossoming love easily.

"No payment to take it?" muttered Rerin in low voice.

"How do you want to pay for it? I'm fine to accept of all kinds of payments," teased Glovisa. He know sentences weren't supposed to get out of her mouth but for someone who didn't talk for long, its inevitableness was visibly clear. The King of Kitsune was never blind in figuring little hearts and minds knowing it backward and forwards.

Rerin buried the face down on the knee and very much wanted to laugh. It sucks. It's hindering a knee-jerk reaction.

"Why don't you laugh? It's fine to laugh," said Glovisa. A tender smile is deceiving for one. For Rerin, it's a different matter of the smile. It's the sincere allured smile of getting her caged in his possession. Thousand years old King of Kitsune, passion for knee high to a grasshopper burn of the butterflies of little fire.

Rerin's scrutiny eyes of Glovisa, peerless pulchritude is not singular but the plural keen mind and heart to see and read the people. Then, Rerin was more into her pedigree. A spick-and-span beauty, such it a little disappointment for herself.

The shoulder drooped.

"Not doing it now, you might not be doing it later. It'll become never." Again. the kind act from dear husband.

The sinking words into a tender passion with each sentence, word, and act.

A small laugh comes to Glovisa's ears. It frees her of tiny little burdens accumulated. Rerin's hands covered the mouth slowly lowered, and faded along the laugh.

"Do you need a little nudge?" asked Glovisa.

"Give me my gift," said Rerin. Wrong sentences in the head and the spitted out.

"Tell me. What do you want or how you want it to be?"

"I couldn't think."

"I see," replied Glovisa. He's trying to mitigate The Queen's little sheepishness. "Let's have a magic since it's a long time celebrated a birthday since you lived here."

New celebrated birthday?

Glovisa's lips were on Rerin's cheek. A soft kiss. "It lasts a long time."

What gift it's she doesn't have a means. Could it be the magic, lasting a long time in a bag?

"Happy dear birthday, Rerin. Happy nineteenth birthday, dear queen, and dear wife."

"Yes, thank.... you...??" Confusion in the brain? "It's my 19th celebrated birthday...?"

"Yes. Why are you surprised at it?"

She's young by ten years? "I'm 29 years old...?" Mistake! "No, I'm 19 years old is quite a surprise. It has been a long time already." Don't know what she's babbling about again but to save herself. Eyes to the right. You don't learn about the eyes' directions when I deceive someone, right?

"I never came here in time you're confined in a palace mansion-like. Six years passed by and I came the moment engagement was mentioned. It's the call for the wedding. Nevertheless, uniquely it's unnecessary by now." Vividly the ceremony comes to Glovisa's mind. He's doing nothing on occasion except filing the glass over and over again. "Such a tedious thing," remarked Glovisa. It's the complaint to himself.

None of it was on Rerin's head. She's 19 years old? The firstly first time she woke up, sees her face in the mirror, it was her face when she was 19 years old. How could she not take notice of it? The face of 19 years old and was way younger than how it was before is on cloud nine. No time for it, but she's let it slip her fingers this time. She's a lady, after all.

"When did I start to live here?"

Guessing Your Majesty should know under his's belt the apple of his eyes riding on three important positions: fiancée, queen-to-be, and wife-to-be.

The wife and the queen, she doesn't feel like doing homework for it. She didn't get things at a snail's pace for minutes nor did her abilities put the brakes on it.

"You're..."

Rerin cut off him. "Or reason why I'm here?" It's a naughty question kind of like. Glovisa's eyes realize Rerin of her mistake. "You're welcome." Building up comfortableness by letting her hair down. A warm sweet smile exuded is proof it's from the heart.

Cheeks blushed puckishly as usual. To have a kind of feeling after the middle night is very warm and easing.

"12 years old. Your age when you started living here."

12 years old? That's very young. "I've been living here for 12 years old." No! That was wrong! It's the age, not the time she's living here!

"I see. So, it was 12 years old of age when I started to live here." She cracks herself up. So much empressement she has experienced next to the man. No, the prince. No, it's not. Your Majesty. No, that's not right either. It's the King.

In her mind, Rerin gripping tight her hair not admitting the calls previously is the husband. The ceremonial of the moon proved it's the truth though she doesn't whether it's absurdity right or not an absurdity to her head. She chose to be silent and watch how things will go in many directions, from the vow's tone to the kitsune's moon. What's else impossibility not to believe since it's fantasizing magic?

"You got estranged from your parents. It's likely you're being naughty in childhood. I received the news on your departure day."

Rerin's parents. The kind people from the book. Now then, wherefore it the seeking answer is by the meet between themselves.

A long time to live by herself by the age of 12 years old. She was sent here to a house where it's no one but her. They couldn't have sent her here without a guardian taking care of every need. Zero possibility. She's good at math calculating things easily a piece of cake. A little proud at the moment thinking. Snobbish and smudging of herself painted on the face.

No embarrassing embarking as for the husband's quick furtive glance. The kid managing to do all the things by herself at age brew a superior-high-quality lady. Rerin sighed a breath, no kid can do that, right?

The guardians are, could it be the maids? But the maids were too far of distance? They don't talk about the relationship between the handmaid and the lady. Whispered a few words like the wind and begone like the wind.

The talk could be maids' hers and the men are Glovisa's.

It's 12 years old. She remembers the book vaguely about numbers and years. Rerin's 12 years and she reads it also until Rerin is 12 years old.

Ugh... the tiredness of figuring it out. Coming here, the brain forgets many things and remembers them again, exerting her strength.

Rerin squatted down, releasing the stress after Glovisa talked through her hat. Index finger fiddling with the little grass. A glowed smile and chuckle enticed her face.

"It's fun?"

Rerin's eyes are quick to Glovisa's face. Glovisa's face is of an unfaded smile. "A little cute to touch." She doesn't whether she talked to herself but one time, she wants someone to hear her. The bedroom window came to view. The room wasn't much of the girl. A plainness room. The thought of gearing up decoration gliding the lily in mind. How old she's now again?

The poor little girl did not know much about the outside world and was treated disdainfully like a worthless piece of rug. Still, at least the old rug was used frequently and washing it diligently over again for continuous use.

"What you other wished question?"

"Why have you never come visited the fiancée over the six years I'm here?" Who can have a trust of a fiancé who neglected his duty as one? Quick-witted and cunning as a fox. A golden trait of a queen and she's the one. The Queen of Kitsune. Act the one as the title.

"It's a long time, no wonder to forget about it. I'm already the King while you're still a baby, dear," grinned Glovisa. His hand brushed softly Rerin's cheeks. Chasing away the cold wind from her face.

A young king? "A kid can't become a king."

"Then, ask me about my age. How old I am?" Glovisa made the call. A childlike smirk on his face.

She doesn't want to guess whether the husband is fifty or it's hundreds of years old. It'll put her between a rock and a hard place. "21 years old?"

The other thing she doesn't want to emit internal screaming is to marry a new husband who is ageless.

"I don't want to answer a reluctant random guessing."

'It's true, then.' Rerin's smiled. 'You're more than thousands of years old.' "I see. You won't answer them. How do I get you to answer it?"

Rerin circled her hands around Glovisa's neck. Bringing her face closer to him. She's being naughty alluded.

"You're wrong. I'm not thousands of years old yet. A thousand years old."

"Let's call the great progenitor Kitsune you. It suits you more than the King of Kitsune," joked Rerin.

"It's fine. It wasn't a bad call. It's just the great progenitor wasn't me."

Rerin giggled. Of course. She knows because she also wasn't the one the royal family wants. They threw her because she's a witch fairy. Glovisa's kiss opened the La Mon door and there are pervious traces of who's Rerin previously.

The older sister was the one. Not alone her. The sadness traced on her face. Glovisa takes notice of it.

"What's wrong, Rerin?"

"I don't want to sleep till the morning comes."

"Let's not as you wish."

"But what to do?" She wishes to use the brain first before uttering words. Moreover, no plays could be created out of anything.

"How do you want it?"

Rerin couldn't think.

A kiss. "It's a long night kiss." Her soft lips on Glovisa's lips tenderly as much as tender feelings of amorous and passion burning slowing down the time.

It greedily sugary sweet kiss for the man's eternal life sealed of heart and mind owned by the fairy but terrific witch.