Can I See You Again

Mysterious Arrow Child

"Wife?"

Nana looks up. His eyes were looking at that face. The face of the man she had kept for a long time. Nana calms down. It's all just an illusion. What Young Master said, it was all just a lie. In reality, they are undercover.

"Nana ... realize. You're just undercover. Young Master will never be yours."

"Do you have children?" ask the woman of the stall owner while packing one by one the purchased dress.

Somehow the question of the woman who owned this one stall made Nana become crowded. Don't dream too high, that's what Nana keeps buried in her.

"Fastly. Soon we'll have a child." The dream is soaring. Higher time by time. Young's words made Nana bite her own lips. Nothing that is very painful to remember, is about feelings that are indeed clapping one hand.

"May you have many children. A son as handsome as his father, and a daughter as beautiful as his mother." Wantia the kiosk owner gave a parcel containing 6 pairs of luxury dresses.

"Thank you, Madam." Young grabbed the parcel immediately. "Come here. Bring your kids later too, huh? I'll sew them a special suit." Very friendly lady owner. So friendly, Nana can't even dodge a bit.

"certain. We will be back with our children. We'll take care of you, madam."

SETS

Young clasped Nana's cold hand, taking her out of the stall. Nana flabbergasted. The eye was directly anchored to the object he had long wanted to touch. Today, she was actually holding hands with her master.

When their steps were already far away, Nana immediately pulled her hand from Young's grasp. "Thank you for your kindness, Young Master." Nana bowed half her body for a very long time.

"There's no other word I can say. Besides the constant gratitude for him. Young Master Young, my first love .. He was the one who had given me a name. The one who made me live more worthy. The first person to treat me like a human being, when no one thought I existed."

"Your hands are sweating, but it's cold. Are you sick?" ask Young seriously.

"He was also .. who had taught me about love. She's .. which I won't be able to achieve."

"Sorry, Young Master. I'm .. I'm fine." Nana wavered, immediately subduing her gaze.

"After all the good he has done to me all this time ...

Young smiled at him. "Goodoo. That means we can still walk. Shall I show you my hiding place?" young asked, excitedly walking in front of him.

.... is it too greedy, dreaming of his heart as well?"

"Okay, Young Master." Nana walks behind Young's gallant body. He smiled to himself in his high imagination.

***

A healer came out from the room where Princess Shin was lying. "How is it, how is my brother?" ask Prince Hon.

"Right now, Princess Shin has yet to show any reaction. But the wound on his hand was serious enough to be dealt with immediately, Your Highness the Prince. Fortunately, the fetus inside Princess Shin's stomach was fine."

"Ja-fetus?" Prince Hon staggered towards the ladies. "Where's her husband?" ask Prince Hon a little raucously.

"Hamba doesn't know, Your Highness the Prince. Ever since Princess Shin was escorted to the palace, Young Master Ha Sun was nowhere to be seen anymore." One of the ladies gave a statement.

Prince Hon chuckled, watching the surroundings. "Don't ever take my sister to her husband again. Youunderstand?" prince Hon whispered to the surprise of the ladies. Apparently, the king's youngest son knew something.

***

The sky never changes. Stay black and dark as usual. Slowly Youra opened her eyes. He felt something was binding his body.

The Crown Prince was still sleeping, wrapping his hands around the empress' stomach. Youra peeked a little inside there. There was not a single thread between the two of them.

"Huf ... " Youra took a long breath. That incredible sight was plastered for real once again as she turned her head towards the husband.

Slowly Youra released the arms of the husband coiled in her stomach. Slowly move away to immediately do the typical work of a wife.

Youra grabbed her clothes that were strewn across the floor. Just as the body was about to move, suddenly a pair of hands crossed from his stomach. "Where are you going?" The Crown Prince held his face on the bare shoulders of Youra. He kissed that shoulder with a face. The eyes of the Crown Prince in the morning are always narrowed next door. But viewed from any angle, the owner of the throne still looks handsome.

"I ... I must dry our clothes, Your Majesty." For some reason, no matter how often she met her husband, she remained awkward and embarrassed. Feeling insecure when you are near your husband.

Youra shifted the body that was still wrapped in a blanket, wearing her dress in a hurry without looking back. The Crown Prince's face changed. Didn't accept the queen moving fast.

"I won't let you out."

The man's voice made your steps stop at the door. He slowly turned his body to check. The Crown Prince looked at him sharply. I don't know why the face of waking up looks adorable.

Youra walked quickly towards her husband.

Muah!

Youra kissed those handsome cheeks then ran out of the shabby hut. Succeeds. The Crown Prince was silent. It was easy to persuade her man not to scowl.

***

Youra came out covering her face. He smiled lightly while hitting his own head. It was a shame to act aggressively in front of the man, but he could not help himself.

Youra went to the back, picking up the pile of wet cloth she had washed last night. There was no sun that morning, but he kept on drying their clothes, given the limitations of the clothes they were carrying.

Everything went well until then. Youra was still smiling to herself, while glancing slightly towards the hut. It turned out that the Crown Prince was standing there looking at him with a smile. Youra was so awkward that the clothes she was about to hang did not touch the clothesline.

Relax, Youra. Don't act silly in front of your husband out of joy.

Suddenly, as the happiness grew, something that passed up there frightened Youa.

"No!"

Youra ran towards the Crown Prince, pushing the body until she fell on top of her husband's body.

THE SET!

An arrow pierced through the shadow of the Crown Prince. Sticking to their shack poles. Obviously, this is an attempted murder.

There's someone in this forest. The Crown Prince stood up, pulled out an arrow and looked at him. The eagle's sharp eyes trace every trace of the forest that holds many secrets.

"It's a poisoned arrow" the inner Crown Prince.

Youra, who was still in her time of regret, was very afraid of losing her husband. He doesn't want to lose anymore. Enough reprimand had nearly left him dead.

"Your Majesty, what is this?" youra asked in fear, clasping tightly onto her husband's arm. The Crown Prince tidied the empress' hair, acting calm as if nothing had happened. "It looks like there's a group of people hunting." Forced to lie, so that Youra would not panic.

The Crown Prince picked up the cloth that Youra was about to dry. However, his eyes were still on guard. "I'll help you with all this work. After that, go into the hut. It's an order."

The Crown Prince rubbed his wife's head. She tidied up Youra's beautiful hair. "Don't be afraid, dear. As long as I'm here, everything will be fine."

"I'm afraid something bad happened to you. I don't feel good." Youra shed tears in front of her husband.

The Crown Prince wiped away those tears, smiling then. "As long as you love me, as long as nothing bad happens to me." The Crown Prince dyed the old forehead of his empress.

"But .. if it really is a hunter, is this forest so dark that he didn't see you standing here? Your Majesty ... do we have to leave here?"