Blue Love: Collapsing the Winged Jin Heart

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After arriving in front of the royal gate, the warlord pulled the sword from the waist. He prepared to attack the king, the commander jumping from the top of the wall facing right in front of the winged king of the jinn. But he was suddenly stunned when he observed the king's bare hands without carrying a weapon of war or other signs of assault. He did not wear a battle robe, a sword or the looks of his soldiers and allies.

“What exactly is this king of the strongest winged jinn planning?” muttered commander.

The great wing of the Permadi king which originally stretched upright slowly closed dragged the little steps of the king closer. The sharp glare of the eyes added to the tense impression of making him move backwards.

“Don't come any closer or the soldier prepares to attack you!” gertak the commander.

The king stopped his steps, giving an object the symbol of the Yaksa kingdom. “Okay commander, I've come to bring peace!” exclaim king.

“It is impossible that the last successor of the king of Yaksa made peace in the midst of bloodshed! Look at that big wing of his, I honestly got a little goosebumps when I thought he was wagging towards me!” muttered the commander frowned.

“O lord of Yaksa, I will open this gate for you if you allow your hands in chains with iron” said the warlord.

The king held out a sign approving the commander's decision, but from the west, the guard of the king's consort Permadi split the iron chain that had handcuffed the king's hand with his sword.

Syatt, shah. (Swielding sound)

“King, please stop all this. If you are in chains then it is the same that you will be a prisoner of the kingdom of Teak Jajar. If the retainer and the officials find out, then you will be deposed and in a foreign place" said the escort.

“Supervisor, do you not see the mark of my greatness in his hand? So how can I be said as a prisoner?” said the king of Permadi followed the way the commander entered the palace.

His bodyguards followed the king's steps by observing the remaining handcuffs still on the king's wrist.

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“Dad don't hurt king Permadi!” shouted the daughter of Arska running limped lifting her grand dress.

The ladies followed with a look down.

“Dad, please beg of you. King Permadi is innocent!” the princess returned.

The king stopped his glaring steps looking at him. His breath was hunting, hands pointing towards the main lady to carry the princess away.

“No! Dad!” the princess was brought by the maids into the palace.

He refused and resisted, going towards the queen's room. “Mother, tell father to stop attacking king Permadi, he present here must have good intentions.”

“What does ananda mean is that winged king?” ask the queen.

Princess Arska nodded, she walked towards the edge of the window of view looking at the palace courtyard.

“Daughter do you realize that the people and soldiers of Jati Jajar suffer from their actions? Thousands of years have this war been fought. We will never be able to make peace with the kingdom of Yaksa” said the queen.

“Mother, king Permadi has already risked his life for me.”

The princess tightly clasped her hands pleading with a hearty look. But the queen remained indifferent to his words and asked the princess to return to the room of greatness.