Dark Princess

New Plot?

I stepped slowly towards the sofa and sat down on the table facing towards him. I didn't touch her at all, afraid I'd wake her up. I enjoy the beautiful view in front of me. A beautiful and innocent face that has made me crazy since I first saw her. After going through more than a year in a desperate state of losing the idea of getting it, he finally entered my life. Can you imagine how happy I am? He just lives and breathes near me, I'm already happy for mercy. I don't want more. I whispered in my heart many times, God, seeing him sleep peacefully every night, is enough. Can't you? No need for weird stories. Seeing him fall asleep is enough to make me happy.

I don't feel my tears dripping. Imagine and feel everything that has happened in his life. Discarded, then struggling to live alone at a very young age. Now, the mystery is slowly unfolding. Can this tender heart accept its truth? Jade, I really hope our search for your origins can stop at the point of finding your mother. If Denise Kim is the right mother who abandoned her, enough to destroy her world. Please don't add any more. No other story. How not? He had been there all along watching the little girl live, alone, struggling and searching around. While she lived well, being the wife of a rich man was like in a fairyland. What kind of mother is that?

I remember how much he wanted to stop this search and we just went a long way. His prediction, the frightening feeling that surfaced in his mind, could be the truth. And it broke my heart. If so, I will do whatever it takes to help face that fear. Even if it is true that she is unwanted by her family, I will take her away from this place. I can use the rest of our lives to tell her that I want her. That there is one person in this world who cannot live without him. Perhaps that way, the wounds in his heart could heal. If not, at least covered by the wonderful memories we will create together and eventually forgotten.

But what if all the scenes written in the story were true? What if the little girl was her childhood self? I took a deep breath. Even I, do not know how to accept that fact and overcome it. I, the outsider, who had not experienced the slightest of such things, was unable to. Especially her?

Jade had been right from the start not to go any further. But I was in the middle of the road and for the sake of ambition, with confidence I had to carry on until the end. I should have stopped by then. We should have lived in Singapore to continue our lives happily... With happy? I don't know. It could be that this story will still haunt him. All those thoughts filled my head. I went awry. I just want to live with him, that simple. Why is it so complicated?

I touched her cheeks, stroked gently, her skin smooth feeling in the palm of my hand. And it woke him up. He opened his eyes and immediately smiled as he caught my face. I smile.

"Daddy.." His voice was still raucous.

“Hai... Sleep again.” But he got up and looked at me. He took my right hand and watched it for a few seconds. I forgot that I should have hidden that hand.

"What happened to your hand?" She worries. And I can make sure she's woken up perfectly. I grumbled a little in my heart, blaming myself.

"There's nothing. Drey made a mistake in his work, I got angry and punched the table with reflex.”

"Bloody?"

“No, only bruised.” He closed his eyes and looked at me for a long time. I smiled looking at him. His attitude when I don't believe what I say is adorable. He had no idea that by doing so, he was making another version of his beautiful eyes unfold. I liked. I love all the expressions he shows. I like everything about him.

“What mistakes did Drey make you this angry?”

“No big problem. About work, baby. And it's done.”

“I'll ask Drey later. Don't tell me you did this to her face?" He narrowed his eyes again, I laughed even tighter. He looks so funny.

“No dear, not that far. Just one punch on the table. Maybe because the table is made of good and expensive wood. So the result is like this..”

"Really?"

“No need, I trust you. Hungry no?"

“Tadi snacking on fruit and drinking while meeting. What about my lover? Hungry?”

"Yes." Yeah." He answered quickly while giggling. I'm laughing too.

"really? Need me to prepare some food?” He giggled while shaking his head.

"No need. It's morning soon. Later big breakfast.”

"OK deh. We sleep again yuk. I saw you sound asleep, I should have let you in the morning. Sorry to wake you..”.

“Neverything daddy. I'm glad to see you home. Come on, who knows if being hugged can be more restful."

I took a minute to clean up and we lay down. I hugged his body tightly. That way, I can freely shower her with a kiss. On his head and face. I like to hear him laugh so much that he's tired of himself. Then get upset and ask me to stop.

"How is today, dear? Any progress with the stories?"

“Yes, that's why I'm so happy. I made a new story. I finally found a new story. Wanna see?" Ah, I finally found a reason why he was so happy, so he could fall asleep on the sofa. I'd better take that chance to get her to sleep more.

“Wah, nice dong. But I'll read it in the morning, it's time for bed. This pretty face should be well-groomed with enough sleep..." He snorted laughter at my chest.

"Good night dear.” I kissed her forehead.

"Good night daddy..." She moved up to my face, and I got a kiss on my lips.

As I expected, he slept fast. I felt his regular heart rhythm and the sound of his gentle and regular breathing. That means he's really in a good mood. I became curious. What kind of story plot did he get this time that made him feel so happy?

I waited until he slept well. Then I took his body out of my arms, put his head on a soft pillow, and fixed the blanket covering his body up to his chest. I slowly walked out of the room into the study. Mac is still open and on. I guess, he must be asking me to show off his work today. I open the story collection folder and count, there are a few stories added today. There have been a total of 19 stories so far. After checking the date and time of the file, I click the most recently saved file.

Oh, he even has a new title. It's not about kings, masters or gods anymore. Indeed, not all stories are titled, and if so, it must have something to do with the word king. This one, about the black angel.