I FELL IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

Episode 5's

"Eugene.... Zodic's son??"

Vortes glared at Kyrion. Almost the cup of tea he was carrying broke if Kyrion did not catch it immediately.

"You really met him?" Kyrion nodded.

"In the forbidden section of Deep Forest." Put the cup back into Vortes' hands. "But he didn't like Faye one bit. The Devoile killed the three-headed troll that attacked Faye."

"He hasn't not hurt Faye, just hasn't" Vortes sighed as he poured tea into the cup. "Thank you for coming for Faye, Kyrion."

"I don't deserve that thank you, Mr. Vortes. Faye's in danger because of my carelessness."

Vortes smiled. He poured a cup of hot tea in front of Kyrion. The adult fyriel clapped Kyrion's shoulder, a bandaged hand covered with wounds from forging Escudo for hundreds of years.

"You deserve it, Kyrion. I know you've always done your best to look after my daughter." Vortes purple eyes stared at Kyrion softly. "You're the only fyriel I trust to look after her."

Kyrion's reddish lips turned on her smile. He turned to look at Faye's room whose door was still open.

From between the shimmering bead curtain looks like the girl has fallen asleep while hugging the goose feather pillow.

"Surely, Mr. Vortes." Kyrion tilted her head without removing her gaze from Faye, propping her pointy chin with one back of her hand. "Because I love Faye more than anything...."

****

The guards along the corridor towards the main hall of the palace bowed respectfully as Eugene walked past them. The snapping of the young man's black boots echoed haughtily amidst the silence of the West Assyre palace.

"Where have you been all day?"

King Zodic asked the question just as Eugene opened the door of his room.The red eyes of the young man stared intently, annoyed that his father asked as if he was just a child who always needed supervision.

"I'm training" he replied shortly.

"How can you train while Sieg reports to me that you skipped training?"

"Ck..., the old man," said Eugene.

"I trained alone. Sieg can make me die of boredom with his list of theories."

"Three-headed trolls are too easy for you."

"You sent a devoile to spy on me??"

The man sitting on the throne composed of bones and skull smiled sinisterly. A perfect black-coloured pendant oozed out from his body, spreading a mighty force to anyone who looked at him.

Eugene inherited the red color from the eyes of King Zodic, who was now glistening sharply at him.

"You forgot that your father is the King of Assyre?" hiss King Zodic cold.

"I can do everything I want, son. Including killing you if I have to, even if you are the only crown prince of this kingdom."

"Sad." Eugene clenched his hands on his sides. He turned his eyes away from King Zodic. The young man had always disliked the times when he had to speak to his father face to face. Both of them are stubborn so it is difficult to reach an agreement in everything.In addition, Eugene often feels intimidated by the father. King Zodic's demands on Eugene as the only crown prince of the Western Assyrian Kingdom often left the young man feeling suffocated. Eugene prefers freedom, living without pressure and doing whatever he likes. He got it from his mother who died when he was a child.

"Why didn't you kill that fyriel?"

Eugene took a deep breath. "Kyrion came against me."

"I know that." King Zodic said with a dismissive tone. "You've got enough time to finish that fyriel before Kyrion comes. Fool, the death of that fyriel should be the reason that our kingdom can fight again with the old Atlura kingdom of that jackass."

"Stop watching me!!" sergeant Eugene is rude.

"Just rush the more prolific sycophants in your kingdom!" The young man flicked the tail of the robe without his arms and turned away. The sound of the door being slammed so loudly by Eugene made King Zodic cluck in concern. The man flicked his long black-hoofed fingers. A servant immediately poured a glass of wine for the king.

"How could I do that..."

"Your heart is not as hard as the stone of darkness, the absolute emblem of our kingdom. That's all because Yvona was wrong, devoile***** that gave birth to you."

Put the wine glass into the tray of waiters who are still faithful waiting.

"How could I let you go. My only successor." A sharp grin on King Zodic's lips.

"I will not let you go until your darkness is perfect. And by then you'll be ready to take all of Ashre with me, Eugene."

A blood-red moon shone in the sky of the Western Assyre Kingdom. The howls of the wolves greeted the laughter of King Zodic, the darkness was blocked.There was never a sincere happy laughter heard in the kingdom. There was only laughter that contained grudges, pettiness, and evil.

***

"Aw!"

A speck of red blood came out from Faye's index finger that was accidentally scratched by a knitting needle. The girl immediately sucks her wound.

"You okay, Faye?"

Faye smiled awkwardly. "It's okay, Clarina. Just scratched a little needle."

What are you daydreaming about?"

Clarina pulled Faye's index finger out of the fyriel's lips. Faye's wounds gently bruised, then removed the stem of the flower bush around him and rubbed the plant juice into Faye's wounds.

"This sap can reduce soreness and dry out the wound." Clarina blew again to dry the sap on Faye's finger.

Thin smile on Faye's lips .

Her eyes looked at Clarina sayu.Fyriel the pink curly-haired was her best friend, the son of the Eastern Assyrian Royal Counsel. Clarina is a gentle girl, skilled at cooking and sewing, adept at archery, also intelligent. Clarina's white light glow is quite strong and beautiful, adding to the girl's charming beauty.

Clarina became the dream of many young men in the Eastern Assyrian Kingdom, but the girl dropped her heart on Kyrion.

Remembering Kyrion, suddenly Faye's chest felt tight. The charm of devoile prince Eugene makes it difficult to close his eyes overnight, even though he has hugged the pillow given Kyrion which usually makes his sleep more sound and comfortable. It should have been a creature that spread fear in the heart, but when looking at Eugene's face and smile, Faye felt otherwise. He could not sleep because of the great debate in his heart. Guilt and confusion fight with the desire to get a chance to just see the devoile prince again.

That's when Faye heard her father's conversation with Kyrion.

Because I love Faye more than anything...

Faye's cheeks flushed red as she recalled what Kyrion had said that she had clearly heard last night. Maybe the young man thought Faye had fallen asleep.The result, the burden of thought in Faye's brain increased to make him awake until the morning came and now his finger scratched a needle long enough because of sleepiness.

Kyrion loves me?

Faye's head seemed to float just by imagining it. Everything's too weird. Kyrion is handsome and has many advantages, especially the young man always takes care of him. But Faye already loved Kyrion as an older sister no more, much less Clarina was very fond of the young man. If Faye can decide, for him Kyrion deserves to be with Clarina.

The two fyriel were close to perfect, they must have been such a harmonious and admirable couple.

But the reality only makes Faye feel guilty for both Clarina and Kyrion. A heavy sigh blew from the fyriel's orange lips. "What's wrong? You look less excited today, Faye." Clarina rounded her clear blue eyes.

Faye shook her head quickly. "I'm just sleepy from not being able to sleep last night."

"You're exhausted from training with Kyrion?"

"No. Just a lot of thoughts ...."

Clarina smiled meaningfully. "Whatis that? Are you in love?"

"D-no!" Elak Faye fast.

"no? But I saw your cheeks blushing earlier." Clarina laughed amusedly as she pouted Faye's anxious cheeks. "Oh Faye.., I'm always waiting for the moment when we can share a love story."

Faye looked at Clarina who continued to stitch a beautiful gray robe decorated with sparkling help that she had made herself patiently and meticulously. Robes for Kyrion. Faye sighed again. Staring at the knitted scarf from the black fleece on his lap, he did not even have a special someone who would accept his work. The black color reminded Faye of Eugene again, but he immediately brushed aside the ridiculous thought and determined that the father was the only man who would wear his knit scarf.