ACASHA (A Symbol of Eternity and Resurrection)

Chapter 11's

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"Your majesty, can I ask you something?" Rosenta approached the focused Prince Morgan with a piece of paper in his hand.

He turned his gaze towards Rosenta, as the woman began to lay her hands on the shoulders of prince Morgan.

"Say Rosenta, whatever it is for you." Morgan smiled and looked back at the stacked papers on his desk.

"You haven't been hunting princes for a long time, all of a sudden I've longed for how good the venison you used to bring me when we first became husband and wife." Rosenta puts his chin on Morgan's shoulder. While his hands play on Morgan's strapping chest wrapped in royal clothes.

"Well, tomorrow morning I'll hunt. I'll bring you a very big deer." Morgan smiled sweetly and then kissed Rosenta's cheek.

Rosenta exclaimed with pleasure. It didn't take long to persuade Morgan. Tomorrow, he has an important task, and it's very dangerous if there's Morgan nearby.

"Thank you dear. I love you." Rosenta exclaimed happily as he gave a glimpse of Morgan's lips before finally escaping.

"Basic" said Morgan, laughing at his wife's behavior. He then continued his work which was delayed due to the presence of Rosenta.

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Attitude is a reflection of self. As a noble woman, it is appropriate that women should maintain their elegance. To reflect a polite and also authoritative attitude.

The orange disembodied girl looked at her servants who looked puzzled. They walked around looking for something. Well, what they're looking for is her, Lady Castela.

Castela ate an apple and sat on one of the branches of the tree looking at the beautiful sunrise. Last night, her aunt, the younger sister of her father, came to visit. She looks very angry to see Castela who behaves very bar-bar and promises to educate her to be a graceful woman.

Aunt Crish crusher has two sons. Her husband was a wealthy merchant and her two Marchel-aged sons worked in the Zwitland royal government office.

Arlod's uncle was a merchant from Zwitland. They accidentally meet in the town of Nacis, the kingdom of SEATHLAND when the arlod delivers an order from his colleague.

And today, after three years ago they visited, aunt Crish came with her youngest son, Brian. He said he missed his nephew. He had heard about the accident and the news of Castela having lost her memory. Aunt Crish felt sorry that she had only been able to see her brother now.

He decided to stay here for 3 weeks. Moreover, the beginning of winter in the last Sunday was the birthday of Castela and Camelia.

Castela bit her apple that stayed a little, then threw away the rest. He had actually prepared for the need to escape today. He was carrying a bag of medicines and food that he had tied up in the saddle of his horse that was eating grass.

"Hay Black, are you full? Ready for an adventure?" Castela laughed gently through the long black mane that was pure white.

Black neighed as if he understood what Castela was saying.

"Well black, let's go." Castela said and then climbed black.

Black casually ran through the apple orchard belonging to the Castela family. He continued to drive his horse to enter the forest area which is still dark because it has not been penetrated by sunlight.

Black is the horse given to his mother Castela. This horse was given to us on Castela's birthday. And this horse was the last gift before his mother was gone forever.

Castela loved this horse. He gave the name black to the horse whose notabennya pure white.

For Castela, this horse has a white heart, just like the heart of his mother. At least, that's the story he got from Duke Herli when he was strolling in the stables a week ago.

Castela continued to drive his horse, black and himself as if he had really been tied for a very long time. This was his first time riding a black. But Castela did not dispute that. Isn't it good, because he won't have the hassles of taming black first.

Prince Morgan smiled at his beautiful looking wife today. He was complete with his hunting clothes. Accompanied by several soldiers, Morgan left the palace area and steered his horse to the road that led him to the forest.

When Morgan was out of sight, Rosenta rushed into the palace in a hurry. He went into his room and locked the door from the inside.

At the window, a hawk had arrived with a paper tied to one of his legs. Rosenta took the paper and read it. Instantly, his face turned pale, his hands trembled, and he fell to the floor.

_How are you Rosenta? Ah, I can imagine how your face is right now. Don't play games with me Rosenta. You failed to make the first plan, he's still alive. Do as we planned. If you fail this time, then I won't hesitate. Oh, I really miss you baby_

Duke Herli's residence looked very busy this morning. How not? Their young miss ran away from the room early in the morning. Even before the sun appeared.

Duke Herli sipped his tea calmly, trying to ignore the deadly gazes coming from his sister's two eyes.

"Why do you look so calm, brother? Oh my gosh," said Crish, gritting his forehead.

"Other thing can I do? You're the one who forced him to study the Kramas. You know crish? Castela hated that. If he doesn't like it, I won't be able to force him."

"She's the daughter of a Duke sis, she'll humiliate the family's good name if she continues to behave like a commoner."

Duke Herli closed the newspaper he read.

"You insulted my daughter crish?" Duke Herli asked coldly

"No brother, I-I just-"

"Stop acting like you care about Castela crish. Didn't you just always care about Camelia? Why do you suddenly care so much about him?" Ask Duke Herli to investigate.

Crish looks misbehaved, he is really confused what to answer.

"Have it, forget it, let my daughter do whatever she wants. I'm not gonna limit it. Whatever mess he does out there, I'll take care of it. You, don't have to worry about my family's good name Crish. You don't even know him very well. Then, on what basis do you judge that my family's good name would be bad because of his unique behavior?" Said Duke Herli getting up from his seat and leaving Aunt Crish who seemed to be holding back the irritation.

"Have you found Marchel?" ask Duke Herli in his room.

"I haven't found him yet, but he left a letter in his room" said Marcel, handing him a brown sheet of paper.

Duke Marcel opened the letter, then read it. He exhaled violently while looking at Marcel who was looking back at him.

"Do you know, I really don't like the presence of Aunt Crish here. Didn't I tell you, Castela will never get along with her. But this is Castela's first time running away from home" Marchel said

"Papa knows, but papa can't do anything. He came here knowing that Camelia was still unconscious."

"Is papa sure just because of Camelia? oh, come on, isn't that eldest son crazy about Castela?" marchel said he was upset at the thought of last night when Brian, the eldest son of Crish's aunt, suddenly hugged Castela from behind, which led Marchel to almost finish off his cousin.

"Why did Castela have to grow up to be this beautiful girl Marchel? spread out the knights to look for your sister's trail. No need to force him to go home. Just keep an eye out if anything happens with my daughter." Duke Herli said no less upset.

To my dear ones,

***I went with black to restore my sanity. I'll be back before sunset. That pervert really drives me crazy. Ah, don't forget also the mother of the most orderly Krama. Don't worry, I love you mmuachh.

^^^the most beautiful woman in the world, Castela Ardeland**^^^