My beloved, the Princess

Ep. 11

A luxury sedan invites Nadia to take her back to her residence. However, not much different from the expression he and Ayodhya when fighting through the car glass. He can draw a little conclusion, at least he did not suffer alone.

Arriving at Madana's traditional house, Nadia immediately entered her room and prepared to face the father who was waiting for her to talk about something important.

Geck! Geck!

"Lake in!"

Nadia sat down in front of Madana Pradipta who was practicing fencing. Long he was removed and his legs were almost numb from tingling. But the father looked blind and did not think there was any existence.

For almost 3 hours he sat down, finally Pradipta put down his sword and went out of the training room.

Nadia was calmly trying to control her nearly exploding emotions. But as a descendant of nobility it is unethical if he explodes like a madman. Nadia laughed for a moment.

"Are you also treated like this, Ayodhya?!" He said to no idea who.

Geck! Geck!

"Miss, your father called the lady to meet her in the reading room!" Said the waiter delivering the message. Nadia had no intention of retaliating. And the waiter immediately resigned.

Nadia walked to the father's reading room. All traditions and ***** what polite whimpering. It's like living in hell! The nobleman? Cih, he is just a slave who is fertilized with the best quality and then sold to develop the family business. Ironic!

"Dad..."

"Dry!" Pradipta's orders to Nadia who stood on the door.

Nadia was gracefully approaching. Again time must be wasted because Pradipta no longer says a word.

"You know you're being punished?" Finally a sentence was said.

Nadia just looked down.

"How did you lose to that Radyakaya girl today?" Pradipta continued without interest looking at Nadia's face.

"You as a fellow noble how can you be silent without a wart when protected by a subordinate!!!" Pradipta spoke in a higher tone at the end of his sentence.

"Java!" Commandments strictly.

"Dad taught me to keep my image in public. It's appropriate for Salia to protect me and keep my mask in place." Nadia responded with incredible calm.

Pradipta. "How could I have raised a fox in a flock of sheep." Her speech.

Nadia gritted her teeth. "Aren't Radyakaya's father and Mr Radyakaya business partners? How can you make me and Ayodhya a scapegoat?!"

Plaque!

One successful slap graced Nadia's cheeks. Even the corners of his lips were seeping fresh blood.

"Too soon a thousand years for you to know the matter between nobles." Close the Pradipta who then left Nadia who was still glued to her place.

"Curtain! What princess?! Rules, norms, customs?! Sillier. You old men are so sick." Said Nadia who can no longer stem her sense of regret. With his grace off he ran towards his room.

But because he was too hasty and did not pay attention to the road he actually collided with his sister.

"Akhs!/ouch!"

Nadia squeaked towards where the perpetrator who hit her was grimacing in pain.

"Where did you put your eyes, Namira!" Sarcas spray.

"Sister? You're the one who hit me." Said the brother defending himself.

"Hoo, so since you're dad's favorite daughter you can fight your sister like that?" Syndic Nadia.

Namira had trouble putting the sentence together. Wait for the graceful girl he always admired to be in front of him right now?! She did not expect her brother to have another side that she had never seen.

However, Namira's attention is now shifted to the corner of Nadia's torn lips. "Sister?" Ask worried. Nadia who followed the direction of Namira's gaze was only indifferent and passed her sister just like that.

Seriate...