ACASHA (A Symbol of Eternity and Resurrection)
Chapter 06's
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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.
The smells of the past are again present to meet Indra's kiss. The pressure on his chest created a sense of tightness that hurt him for a moment to have difficulty breathing.
I want it to feel he poured into the embrace of a sturdy and sturdy body that for a few days he missed. Well, he was a hypocrite, because he had denied his true taste. I want to feel he shared a complaint about how scared he was when he first woke up in this place.
But all that was just a fantasy, just a delusion that he paused to become something real. The two eyeballs are pitted against each other. For a moment, he felt amazed at the figure that was currently right opposite him.
But again, all of that just goes away. The man just looked at her with a cold, painful look. There was not a word he said when he saw Castela. There was not the slightest sense of longing as he felt. Then, his resolute-sounding voice just ran through the air. Solving the silence that happened for a while.
"What does your majesty call me? Didn't I tell you I was busy? My wife is sick and I don't have time to take care of the bugs in my household."
The flatness of intonation that he said, tucked into a sense of dislike that he clearly wanted to convey. It's like saying 'go away, no one wants your presence here'.
Castela squeezed both of her hands which she hid under the table. This is a clear insult to his family. Dislike just appeared whack, is this man really him? Someone who until now even still had a special space in his heart?
"You should be polite Morgan! Show your attitude if you deserve to be the future leader of this country. I don't care if you're against this marriage. But father's decision was absolute, even all the palace officials had agreed to it. If you still refuse to marry Lady Castela, daughter of Duke Herli, then father will not be able to give you the throne. In accordance with what you have said long ago, the throne you will leave to Lady Castela."
That outstretched speech came from King Philip's mouth without the slightest hint of hesitation. Castela looked at the old man questioningly. Why did the old man not just obey the wishes of his son. Why take her dragged deep into their family drama.
Duke Herli looked at King Philip with a watchful gaze. It seemed like there was something going on between them and it was hidden in a tight meeting.
Similarly to Marchel, she grabbed one of Castela's hands and held it tightly. The warmth given for a moment beckoned to Castela not to be afraid. Because, it was him who would always protect Castela.
Castela smiled at Marcel and thanked him. Marcel returned with a smile.
"Why do you always act as you please?! If you really want this wedding, why don't you just marry that girl?"
Degg, uh,,
Castela accidentally squeezes Marcel's hand making Marcel look at him. Those words, why did the words coming out of the man's mouth get any more painful? If only those words had come out of someone else's mouth, perhaps Castela's body would not have responded. But, why should those words come out of the mouth of the man he once loved so much?
"Morgan!" Snapped King Philip with a flushed face restraining anger.
Morgan, looked at Castela with a condescending smile.
"Is that what you want with the throne? Why don't you just sell that body to my dad? Isn't that how you can become the Queen of this country so easily? You're very pretty, but you're actually disgusting. Did your mom and dad really educate you to be a seductress?" Morgan pulled the corner of his lips upwards. I was proud of what he said just now.
"Sorry your majesty you're wrong"
Plakk!!
Unknowingly, Castela was already standing in front of Morgan. His hands seemed a little trembling withstanding the emotions that he had been suppressing. Morgan stared in disbelief at what had just happened. It all happened so fast. Even Duke Herli's Sentence was cut off by the incident.
Morgan held onto his cheek which was hot. The loud slap was indeed not strong, it appeared from Castela's hand that shook as it slapped her. But for some reason, the marks felt so painful.
They all spontaneously stood up as they watched the scene that only happened within that split second.
"Ah, forgive me your majesty, I did not accidentally. I don't know why my hands are itchy and want to slap you after your friendly welcome." Castela put on a guilty face that she made up. Before he finally put on a flat face that looked creepy.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think you need to apologize. Is this what your parents taught you, prince? Giving invitations to guests, then insulting them. You're wrong prince, this disgusting woman never once pleaded for you to marry. You should have asked your father how many times I refused the invitation, and how many times the royal family pleaded with him."
"I never expected that I and my family would get this kind of welcome. I don't mind you insulting me, I can restrain myself from being patient. Never once have you touched my family. Your insults just now to my father and mother, can't even be forgiven with just a slap. I can't believe there's a prince who has an evil mouth like you. As long as you know, I'd rather marry a farmer, than a saintly pretender like you!"
Castela turned around, she could see Morgan's hands clenched. His veils stood out with the anger so strong he endured being humiliated by a 16-year-old woman before him just now. But Castela did not heed it. He looked at King Philip who looked very embarrassed about his son's attitude.
"You don't need to apologize to a lowly person like us noble. You are a powerful person, you are free to do anything because no one will dare to rebuke or even punish your treatment. But very dear, if the people to know what happened here. How much disappointment will the people feel? Remembering, Duke Herli, people who are very dear to the community in despicable like this by their own King. I think you should contemplate it noble." Castela.
He approached his father and brother.
"I'm sorry for acting presumptuously, your highness, prince. But I think we have to come back soon, I have a lot of work to do. One of them, selling yourself maybe." He said indifferently, As if insinuating Morgan's words earlier.
The king nodded, giving up, because at this moment, he was completely embarrassed by the Duke Herli family. It seems, their relationship that has been fractured, will be very difficult to be repaired.
Duke Herli smiled at Castela, as did Marcel. They followed Castela out of the room after saluting her. Karel led them to the chariot, for they had boarded the chariot belonging to the previous palace.
"You're really great miss, I even forgot to breathe when I watched you slap the prince." Whisper Ema in a tone of disbelief.
"You shouldn't have done that, baby, what if your majesty was angry that you humiliated her child?" Said Duke Herli looking at Castela with a worried smile.
"Maybe we're not going home safely." Answer the original Castela.
"But that was really cool, pa, what really possessed you Castela? Why do you have such courage? Even I can't do anything when our family is insulted." Marcel still could not believe what he saw.
"Let's see, Marchel, I just don't like that guy, that's all. Especially when the evil mouth was lightly insulting papa and mama, I wanted to be torn at that moment. But I'm still sane, so I don't do it." Castela.
Duke Herli slowly ruffled the head of Castela.
"Have gotten into the carriage, you must keep what happened in the palace a secret today. Don't let the family work be humiliated." Duke Herli.
Castela rolled her lazy eyeballs then immediately entered into the horse carriage. Followed by Ema behind him.
"You don't have to drive us Karel, we can go back alone." Duke Herli told Karel.
But Karel shook his head, firmly refusing Duke Herli's orders.
"Sorry Duke, but it's my duty to escort the Duke family back safely." Politely said.
"Ah, why do you feel at home working for that prince Karel, you better just stop, I will gladly accept you to be my personal knight. You're pretty good-looking anyway, too bad if a handsome guy like you has to spend time with a bad-mouthed guy like him." Castela said from the window of the horse-drawn carriage whose curtains were slightly exposed.
Karel smiled in response. Marcel who heard his sister's words immediately came over. He closed the window door a little rough which made Castela cursing from the inside in shock.
"Stop your bullshit, do you really want to be a cheap woman." Marcel said annoyedly.
"Whispering you, I'm not talking to you stupid!" Pissed Castela
Karel only responded with a smile. "Actually the prince is a good lady, only he still does not understand his own actions. Prince has never liked strangers. But the prince is a spoiled person, if you manage to tame him, perhaps the prince will not let you live a quiet life." Karel said with a little laugh. Which Castela no longer responds to.
SEYMOUR MORGAN ZAIDEN
MARCHEL ARDELAND
KAREL MARIONE
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