ACASHA (A Symbol of Eternity and Resurrection)

Chapter 05's

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Castela was staring intently at Ema and her two ministries. Right now he is really emotional. How not? Three days ago, after a serious conversation about acasha with her father and brother, Marcel, as expected. Letters from the palace reached their residence.

Castela firmly rejected the invitation letter. He even pretended to be sick. However, who would have thought the King himself turned out to be very intelligent. It was as if he could read what Castela would do to reject the invitation. The king sent his own royal doker in case Castela caught a sudden illness.

Finally Castela gave up, she looked at her body that had been inlaid in such a way. Today, she wears a two-color dress. Where the top is blackish blue and then combined with white at the bottom. The dress is very beautiful, because it looks like two colors of sea water that are side by side but not together. Then on the chest, add the carving of edelweis flowers arranged using dark blue gemstones.

On the head, Castela's hair is bun in such a way, then left a little in the second part of her ears. A small crown was tucked between her rolled hair. The dress, as well as the ornaments Castela wore was really very simple, according to her request that she did not want to look flashy in order for the King to cancel her marriage to the prince.

Yet again, his efforts were in vain. For behold, with that simple dress and decoration, Castela instead looks very graceful and beautiful. The simple dress seemed to fit in his clothes. She really looks like a goddess right now.

"Damn! What the hell is wrong?" Annoyed annoyed.

Castela nibbled on the tip of her fingernails as a form of reflex. He began to think hard how to avoid the goddamn invitation. Ema who saw her nona doing something inappropriate immediately rebuked her.

"Sorry lady, you shouldn't bite your nails." Ema was a little scared.

Castela glanced at Ema who looked down in fear, then both of her ministries were also doing the same thing. He let go of his bite, taking a rough breath. Then softened his facial expression and looked at the three maids.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" Ask

The three of them nodded in unison.

"You, you look so beautiful, miss." Ema answered with a feeling of alertness.

"Ah, shit! I don't want that answer! What do you think I should do to make me look not beautiful?"

"You've been born beautiful like the Goddess Miss, you want to be made anyway, it's all for free." Answer the ministry named Ana who is influenced by Ema and Raya.

"Y!! You fucking king! Bangs*t! How dare he interfere with my new life!" Castela said emotion.

The three servants only looked at each other when they heard their strange miss.

"What is a bastard? Have you ever heard of it?" Whisper Ema to her two friends.

Both of his friends were scared. They also do not know what their lady is really saying. Ever since their lady was aware of the accident and lost her memory, many strange things were done by their lady. In fact, sometimes their missus said words they had never heard at all. Sometimes they think, if the girl is not their lady. But they immediately threw away those bad thoughts. They could die if they dared to think about it.

"Easy! You are useless! I'll go, thanks for helping me." Castela said irritatedly as she stepped her foot out of the room with a sinister aura.

"I'll think of another plan once I get there. Perhaps, pretending to die from poisoning isn't bad either." He said casually as he stepped down the stairs to the living room. The place where Duke Herli and his brother Marchel had been waiting.

"Hi dear." Sapa Duke Herli smiled, trying to cover up his worries.

"Hi papa, Hai Marcel." Castela replied with a sweet smile while performing her obligatory ritual. That is, kissing the right cheek and left cheek of two beloved creatures.

"Ih, disgusting, can't you stop doing it to me." Marcel said upset, then took his handkerchief and cleaned the cheek marks kissed by Castela.

When in fact, deep down he felt very happy. Because his little sister had turned into a girl who was canty, cheerful and also warm. He deliberately did it to cover his sense of prestige. She felt very grateful that her sister had not forgotten her.

"Haha, this is Marcel's delight. Stop complaining, you should be grateful to get a kiss from your sister who is as beautiful as this Goddess." Castela said casually.

"Is everything ready? Can we go now?" Duke Herli asked as he looked at Castela meaningfully.

"I can't seem to say no, look, even the old man had to bother sending his pig here. Did he think I'd run away." Castela turned her eyes lazy when she found out that Karel, the confidant of the Prince and the commander of the SEATHLAND kingdom, was standing by the horse carriage.

Duke Herli and Mercel simultaneously turned their heads towards the young man standing beside the horse carriage with his sweet smile. His tanned white skin due to sunburn looks sexy when combined with a cream-colored shirt. His body is heavy and his arms are muscular. His hair was combed back and a long sword on the side of his waist.

"Alright, looks like we should be leaving now." Said Duke Herli with a forced smile.

Duke Herli took Castela's arm and walked towards the palace carriage followed by Ema behind him. After arriving, Duke Herli immediately climbed on his horse. Marcel approached the window of the horse-drawn carriage that Castela was riding in.

"I'll save you any way. So don't worry, for a while no one will dare to hurt you." Brisque Marcel To Castela.

Castela stared at Marcel. He really did not expect if the man who always made him upset was trying to protect him.

"I won't worry about Marcel, I trust you and papa." Reply Castela smiled sweetly.

Marcel nodded, then he closed the curtain that originally covered the open window of the horse carriage. He jumped on his horse, then began to walk along a luxurious horse carriage with a palace logo. At least for a while Castela can feel calm, because it seems like she will not be allowed to die easily.

Even to this day, he still had not found the answer to why his soul could get lost to this world.

"Hmm, Mom, can I ask you something?" Castela stared at the shade of the trees from behind the curtain that she slightly opened.

"What do you want to ask, miss?" Ask Ema

"What do you think Prince Morgan looks like?" Castela looked at Ema who seemed to be thinking.

I don't know why he was curious about the ruler of this country. No matter what the story is, you don't want him to face the man. It is better to prepare the wood before the rain arrives. So that you have preparation if the cold water circle suddenly descends simultaneously to the earth without cue.

"Prince? I only once saw a noble face when I attended the purgatory two years ago. His Majesty is the exact same figure as rumored. His face was handsome like a God, smart, dignified and also kind. His eyes looked like a full moon, lightening even in the darkness of the night. Whoever looks into his eyes will fall in love." Obviously Ema with a bright face and both cheeks that have been flushed.

"Do I really have to marry her?" Lirih Castela slowly.

"Hey, what the fuck is that face of yours? I'm just telling you to tell her why your face looks like a pervert." Castela was upset when she saw Ema's cheeks that were already like boiled crabs.

"Em,anu, I was just embarrassed when I imagined how handsome the prince lady's face was." Shamefully.

Castela breathed a rough breath. He turned his face, looked back at the maple leaves that seemed to fall in the wind.

"I just want to be happy. I never thought about if I should get married at this young age, let alone with the status of a second wife." Slowly flowed.

"I'm sorry brother Castela, again the second time you have to see those tears again. Last time you saw her, when at my mom's funeral. And after that, the sweet smile you always seem to be never seen again. Brother promised, it will be the last tear, brother will fight with all his might so that you can be happy."

Marcel was racing his horse, pretending not to see the tears. And Castela was calm, because her brother did not see her crying.

It took them a long time to get to the palace. The horse-drawn carriage began to enter the palace grounds. Maple trees with yellowed leaves appear to cover the entire length of the street that will lead them to the entrance of the palace.

Castela opened the window curtain. He laughed when he saw a butterfly flying towards him. A very beautiful laugh, so that anyone who sees it will be enchanted by its beauty.

The butterfly flew away as the horse carriage slowed down. Castela closed the window curtain she opened. Ema is seen descending first to help Castela get off the horse-drawn carriage.

Their arrival this time really attracted the enthusiasm of the soldiers as well as the servants. They whispered to each other out of curiosity about the figure of Lady Castela, the daughter of Duke Herli who is rumored to have a beauty like a Goddess. Naturally if they were very enthusiastic, the last time the public saw Lady Castela was 10 years ago, when the funeral of Duchess Herli.

They were very curious if Lady Castela was indeed as beautiful as it was rumored. Given if her twin sister, Lady Camelia is a beautiful girl and also graceful. They have heard rumors that Lady Castela will replace the comatose Lady Camelia to marry the prince, becoming his second wife.

But according to rumors, there are also those who say that the face of Lady Castela is the opposite of lady Camelia. It is said that Lady Castela had a ugly face, skin that was covered with wounds and stupid and geeky. Almost all of the public believed this second rumor. Because Duke Herli always brought Lady Camelia in any event and hid the existence of Lady Castela as if she had never existed in this world.

Castela stretched out her right hand out, the servants and knights who were there holding their breath as she saw a beautiful hand poking out from within the horse carriage. Ema grabs Castela's hand, and Castela slowly descends from the chariot, which Marcel and Duke Herli welcome.

Everyone there held their breath. How not? Not such a bad girl as rumored they saw. A beautiful girl is like a goddess. Some servants seemed to drop the fruit basket they were holding. While the knights seemed to be caught off guard were stealing glances.

Castela smiled sweetly as Duke Herli extended his hand. Castela welcomed the helping hand and walked very gracefully with her chin raised.

"Is that Lady Castela? She's really very pretty, much different from what was rumored."

"Oh my goodness, even I'm the one whose woman just fell in love with him."

"Are Lady Camelia and Lady Castela really twin sisters? Why do they look so different?"

"Ah, what a pity that a woman as beautiful as Lady Castela should be a second wife. If she wants, I can make her my only wife haha."

"Wake up, your dreams are too creepy, man."

Ema carved a proud smile, she was really very lucky to be her non-maid who admired many people.

Karel led the way, taking them into the palace area. The large and majestic door in front of them was wide open. They entered the extremely wide palace hall. The architecture really looks very beautiful and magnificent. But somehow Castela even felt a negative aura since setting foot here.

Karel informed the arrival of the Duke Herli's family to the King who was on his throne. Duke Herli bowed respectfully, followed by Marcel and Castela. While Ema waited at the door.

The king shook Duke Herli's hand with a happy smile. It's no secret that Duke Herli's close relationship with the King. They used to be in the same class at the academy and were close friends. But that was before, whatever happened between them made Duke Herli seem to keep his distance from his majesty.

"How was your trip Herli? Ah, you must be so exhausted. Let me take you to the room to rest." King Philip patted Duke Herli's shoulder gently.

"We are well, your majesty, we are honored that your Majesty invited us to the palace. We can go to our room with Commander Karel. You don't have to bother yourself." Duke Herli said politely.

"Hahah, you don't have to be so formal with me Herli. We will soon become besan, which means your daughter will become a member of the royal family. You're also my friend, I don't feel the slightest objection." Laughter King Philip.

Duke Herli did not respond to King Philip's remarks. His hands clenched suddenly upon hearing the King's words just now. It would be completely untrue if his son entered into the royal family. Marcel who was aware of the change in his father's aura immediately approached. He touched his father's shoulder, giving a signal not to be provoked emotions.

"Thank you for your noble goodwill. My dad is a very stubborn man, as you know. If he says it's not necessary, then nothing will change his decision." Marcel said politely with a satirical tone in it.

King Philip looked silent for a while before finally returning to laughing.

"Ah, fine, if that's your decision. Then, is the pretty girl there Lady Castela?" Ask the King to divert the conversation.

"Right, this is the servant's second daughter, Castela Ardeland." Said Duke Herli gesturing for Castela to approach.

Castela nodded, then walked over to her father and brother. Then he bowed in honor of the old man wearing a crown on his head who he believed was King Philip, the man who gave the order that he marry his son.

"Hail your Majesty, I am Castela Ardeland. It's an honor to meet you." Castela said politely. Though deep down, he was eager to punch the old man's annoying face.

"Geez, you're really very pretty Lady, really more than what I expected." King Philip praised.

Castela smiled sweetly, though she actually felt like vomiting hearing that.

"You're too much of a compliment, your majesty, but thank you for the compliment." Castela tried to smile.

"Ah, that's not Lady's compliment, I'm just saying what the truth is that I see. Oh right, didn't you two years ago not follow the Lady's purification ritual?" Ask King Philip.

Now they were sitting on the large sofa in the palace living room. Castela nodded, confirming King Philip's statement. He actually did not know the show either. Fortunately, they have discussed it before.

"Right, as you know. Since my mother's death, my world has been completely destroyed. I have no reason to stay alive. I kept myself locked up for years. Then he fell ill and was unconscious for days during the acars ritual. Until finally, two weeks ago my sister and I Lady Camelia had an accident that caused us quite badly injured. After I realized, I only realized that I still have a reason to live. I have my family to take care of. Maybe it was because I was a kid then, so I didn't realize that my dad was much more hurt by losing my mom. And I, can survive just to protect them." Castela said with dewy eyes.

Marche stared in disbelief at what she had just heard. Honestly, he really did not expect that his little sister had almost given up on his life.

Duke Herli smiled, trying to hide his eyes that were along to condense. His little daughter was an adult now.

While King Philip, there was a great change that appeared on the look of his face. I don't know, between feelings of sadness, anger, disappointment, all like being one. King Philip, however, again neutralized his face when he was caught off guard by Castela, who looked at him with a hard-to-art look.

"You're right lady, I'm sorry. Oh yes, I will call the prince soon. Princess Rosenta is not feeling well today, so the prince took a moment to look at her condition." King Philip then said.

"Karel, has the prince come?" Ask the King to Karel who is standing with Ema at the door.

"In the meantime the prince is up to his majesty." Answer Karel.

Simultaneously, the huge door that had been closed suddenly opened. Then from behind the open door came a handsome man with a stout body. His eyes flashed sharply without the slightest smile on his lips. His eyebrows are firm, and his jaw is firm. Really very dignified.

Castela looked at everyone's eyes. His gaze froze, his body stiffening motionless. Along with the knock of his shoes that sounded hard clashed against the floor. At that moment, Castela's tears fell suddenly.

"De-devan." He spoke slowly, almost like a whisper.