Can I See You Again

First Night

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Youra's heart was pounding. The leafan was relentless even almost made him faint. He always tried to be calm, so as not to be too suspicious. 

What am I supposed to do?

A dirty mind that is not entirely contained in a handful of his brain. The cold sweat just kept pouring out unbecoming. Youra shook her body, to hold back. Nari's servant came over, touching Youra's forehead to sweep her sweat with a handkerchief. Dayang Nari continued to stare at the pale face of Youra. Soon she took back the makeup.

“Your Majesty, look beautiful and graceful in front of your husband.” Dayang Nari re-applied the reddener on Youra's lips that contained. After that, he grabbed Youra's hand.

“Your Majesty, you are pale once. Servant knows this is very thrilling, but His Highness the Crown Prince is your current husband. Calm down, everything will go fine.” Dayang Nari tried to calm Youra down. He knew, Youa pale in fear, the first night for a woman with a grudge was not a good situation.

“That Begins, please, be nice to the Crown Prince, this is for your good,” muttered the servant.

“Yang Start Crown Prince will be arriving soon. Please get ready.” The sound of an officer's cry was like a bolt of lightning in broad daylight for Youra. Very surprising, very scary.  Dayang Nari rushed out of the room, carrying all her respect leaving Youra with her fear.

Youra's heart was beating very fast. She crumpled the dress that night with all her might. He stared at his face in the mirror, wide-eyed after noticing the very revealing clothes, making him very frustrated.

Suddenly,

“Welcome Your Highness Crown Prince.” Soon the servants stepped away to maintain the Crown Prince's privacy. The door of Youra's residence room, has been opened respectfully.

Quickly Youra grabbed the dagger that belonged to the older brother she had brought. He put the dagger inside his sleeve. Back he sat on his bed, trying hard so that his body was not exposed, adjust his sitting position.

The Crown Prince went into the wife's room. Soon the whole door of the room was shut. The first sight he saw was the wife sitting on the bed in seductive evening clothes. Slowly the Crown Prince stepped closer to the top of the bed. He was sitting right next to Youra.

The Crown Prince shifted his body to get closer. His hand now grabbed onto Youra's hair. Take it gently and tidy it up. The husband's treatment made Youra breath tight, eager to scream and kick her out. 

Now the hand just keeps exploring his face. Without needing to speak, the back of that beautiful hand groped the soft chewy cheeks of Youra. For the first time, the Crown Prince opened the cover of his face in front of a woman. Showing the whole side of the face for free. However, Youra immediately threw away her gaze. He quickly lowered his face so that he could not see her husband's face. Slowly the Crown Prince directed his hand under Youra's chin, tilting her face slightly. Immediately close it on Youra's lips. However,

“Please once.” Youra's words stopped the Crown Prince's move. The imagination suddenly floated. With his hand still under his chin, Youra laughed with tears making the Crown Prince confused.

“You used your power as Crown Prince to get married. Isn't that so sad?” youra's grin pierced into the Crown Prince's heart, very painful. The girl is now trying to insult her husband. Making the Crown Prince pull back his hand from Youra's chin, then put that hand onto his own chest. So hurtful.

“What do you mean?” asked the Crown Prince to try to calm down.

Because his heart was so injured, the Crown Prince pushed the tiny body onto the bed forcefully. Youra is trapped inside. Under the scented and warm body that was staring at him sharply. Youra quickly closed her eyes, trying not to see her husband's face. 

With all his might, his breath showed concern. The dagger that was behind his sleeve, he kept tight so as not to be discovered. He thought, maybe he could stick the dagger in the husband's neck.

“Open your eyes!” The Crown Prince shouted, forcing Youra to look him in the eye. However, Youra was reluctant to do so.

“I order you to open your eyes!” back the Crown Prince shouted, but Youra did not heed the order at all. She had no intention of looking at her husband's face. Already deep in the imagination Youa intended to smoothen the dagger at the husband's neck, but it flashed through his mind the brother's face, making him try hard to hold all that hatred in his grasp. He thought, The Crown Prince can't die so easily. He must feel a deeper pain than his suffering.

Looking at the tiny body that was now unable to move, the Crown Prince lowered his gaze. Now the eyes are trying to explore wildly examine more deeply what is behind the thin silk cloth with curiosity. 

“You know, I have the right to do anything to you,” said the Crown Prince lowering his voice. As those eyes explored his wife's body, something dampened the curiosity. 

“Don't I tell you, I don't want to marry you?” youra replied smiling contemptuously. The Crown Prince felt stupefied, a sentence that was truly painful for him. The anger was burning even more, making the Crown Prince almost dark-eyed. Suddenly, she saw Youra's tiny hands trembling in fear. Make him try to hold himself back and then take a breath. 

The Crown Prince walked out of the bed violently. Stepping quickly left the wife, before finally slamming the door of the wife's room hard. 

“You think you can defy me, stupid man,” murmured Youra laughed cunningly seeing the husband leave in a hurry.

“Make sure that brash woman does not come out of her room!” with all that anger, the Crown Prince stepped away followed by his entire servant. The servant who saw the Crown Prince came out with an unusually fiery emotion, shuddered in fear. 

Meanwhile, Youra laughed loosely on the bed with a wail of tears. Soon he fixed his nearly-open shirt. She rearranged her hair to look fine.

His servant was confused, because the time that Youra and the Crown Prince passed was very short, making them rush into Youra's room. Dayang Nari found Youra who was laughing satisfied with tears. They all looked at each other. It was hate, everything seemed so clear.

Dayang Nari is approaching. She tidied up Youra's very messy dress. He pointed his hand, wiping away the tears.

“Your Majesty, what have you done? Why hurt yourself for a pseudo-shadow?” muttered the waiter. 

“Bring me some water,” orders Youra with breath asphyxiation still left. 

For Youra, the night passed painfully, or even became even more miserable.