My Bad Princess's

Poison Flowers

Imperial Palace, Year 469

The palace dance night.

The deg!

"Well!"

Those silver-colored eyes instantly opened instantly, his entire body was sweating and he seemed to be out of breath.

This it? Whereabouts?

Wh why?

He could not say anything, for a moment he was like waking up from a long sleep with a nightmare that seemed like it would destroy his life.

"Why isn't there a scar on my hand?" The girl muttered.

His sense of his hands became smaller and his voice sounded clearer at this time unlike anything he remembered.

"You awake?" There was a man who was still holding his cigar and looking towards him who was still breathing heavily.

The pale face and body of the girl was still petrified, she was silent for a moment and trying to digest the situation Dejavu was in.

His eyes flashed toward the man wearing his sleeping robe, a cold night wind coming in from all the wide open doors and windows.

All the thin cloth that was the barrier to the sunlight that afternoon fluttered, the gripping silence added to the disintegration and fear that enveloped the young girl.

The fluffy blue dress that had a ribbon with gradation colors like the emblem of her family was lying on the floor.

The smell of burning tobacco entered into her nose, her irises trembled and began to look down.

This isn't a dream? Is this the second chance you give me?

Cyra still looked pale, he could not believe the situation or what he was going through right now.

"Cyra?"

This time the scene and the conversation were a little different. The man did not whisper if he had done his duty properly but called his name.

Cyra was still petrified, he was meloading one by one that was on his mind and looking towards the man.

Either a curse or a gift because he managed to return even on the night he was smeared.

"Well..."

The girl took her breath like she was holding something.

The most noble man after the emperor approached. Prince Theodore Von Levensberg.

"Princess Cyra?" call her once again who feels the girl's behavior is different.

Those beautiful silver eyes were staring at her, she looked with a sharp gaze and glanced at it with a thin smile.

"Gt!" he could not control the corners of his lips at all.

"Haha! Ahaha!"

His laughter sounded loud, to the point of making her shed tears.

Meanwhile Theodore frowned, staring at the girl who had suddenly changed, even though she had just pulled it a few hours ago and forced her to enter her room.

"Yes? Your Honor?" cyra said after her laughter was over and greeted with a bright smile that seemed to harbor such great anger at the man in front of her.

Theodore was silent for a moment, he was astonished. Just an hour ago he saw a plain, shy and timid little girl.

But now?

The girl stared at him without any doubt at all. There was not the slightest bit of fear like the one he had just.

......................

Skips

Duchy Helemites

Ecklart Mansion

The legs of the girl who had a small body were running fast.

He wanted to meet someone who first died for him.

Greb!

The woman flinched, the young lady he had served since childhood suddenly came and hugged her so tightly.

Catherine looked surprised but she did not release the tiny body of her princess.

After he felt quite calm he let go of his embrace and looked towards the crying noble girl.

"God? Who made my young lady cry?" her question wiped the girl's tears.

"I'm..."

"I miss aunty..."

Cyra spoke with still splintering she hiccupped due to her crying.

"You mustn't cry, if Mr. Duke sees you, miss can be punished" Catherine said softly.

Cyra still could not stop, seeing someone who was alive, breathing with a warm body temperature made her feel so happy that she shed her tears.

"Auntie?" call her after she feels enough for her cry.

"Yes? I'm getting the bath water ready, miss?" asked Catherine who rubbed the girl's eyes.

Cyra shook her head, "Now. I'll protect Auntie..."

"I will continue to see Auntie for a long time." she said with a faint smile.

Catherine only smiled as she dyed the sweet boy's forehead and rubbed the good-night elusan on his head.

"Yes, I will also protect the lady no matter what" said the woman who assumed that the girl she was with was now like her own biological daughter.

...

Cyra is in her room, after returning to her mansion she also visits her twin sisters who were before her thrown as comfort women to the brutal warriors.

"Sister Tarrant is still in the area, I must quickly ask him to return." he murmured softly.

He needed a sword lesson from his older brother, even though he was late enough to learn.

Moreover, he did need the older brother for some things. Because the man knows more about the world than himself.

Cyra thought for a moment and then wrote a letter to send to the region where her brother is currently dealing with the outbreak.

It should be finished after one year, but he can't wait that long.

In his letter contained about the request of the brother to return and also how to deal with the outbreak in the region.

Either repeat the past or see the future. To be sure he experienced similar things as he saw in his long sleep.

"If it's not wrong soon I'll get the emperor's invitation" he said softly.

Cyra took her breath, currently she was still an ordinary noble girl who was 12 years old and still could not do anything even with the strength she had.

"Edward's alive, right?" his murmur was soft which certainly remembered someone who became his first love which ended tragically.

The ink from the sharp tip of the pen hurt her unintentionally while her mind was still anchored thinking of her first love.

"Ack!" Cyra flinched but a moment later her face looked flat because the pain at the end of her fingers was like nothing to her at the moment.

"Blood?" his murmur was smirking.

"Oh yes!" he immediately got up, trying to find land and trying to remember something.

The flow of mana in his body gathered yet was still a mess.

Focus centered and try to set it up to the end of his small fingers.

A white light came, something that grew out from the tip of her hand into beautiful buds and flowers as she thought of her.

"I can.." he murmured softly with a smile.

She should have grown the plant when she was 17 at the time after her debutante party.

But he had already done it first now, "If this flower is poisonous would be better right?" his murmurs were looking towards that beautifully blooming Lily flower.

"Yes, I will cultivate a poisonous flower for this Empire." her smile rose, this time no more naive innocent thoughts to be silent in all conditions.