My beloved, the Princess

Ep. 23

In front of the bathroom mirror, Ayodhya who was over with her activities was washing both hands. For a moment he saw his reflection. Observing him so well that he laughed for no reason.

"Monster, huh?!"

He said to his shadow. "This is the real you. When you choose your peerage, then you lose your race. Where is your heart, Ayodhya? Who are you really?" His words sounded strange. His face changed, Ayodhya then looked down. Is it a double personality? It is a disgrace that will ruin his image of nobility.

"Hey!"

Ayodhya turned to the origin of the voice that interrupted her existence. There was a Nadia Madana smiling at him.

"We're really a soul mate. Where Ayodhya is there must be Nadia Madana." Ocehnya confident.

Ayodhya just put on a flat face. "Why don't you just marry me if I get your attention so much." Sing a song. Ayodhya knew that this was no coincidence.

Nadia chuckled, "Although in this world it is only you and me, I cannot marry you Ayodhya either. I don't want to be more precise." Reveal calm.

Ayodhya snorted small. "I'd be surprised if it wasn't you who said it." His ideal.

Nadia was unhappy. "You've guessed I'd say that?" He said on target.

Ayodhya. "It's not Ayodhya if I control you I can't. It took you 100 years to surpass an English nobleman like me." Proudly.

Nadia tightened her jaw. "Don't brag about your noble attitude! you don't even know how to treat people!"

Ayodhya was a little surprised by the response. But he managed to cover it well. Nadia was right, she never interacted with anyone. Even the word friend was something rare to him. Did he lose to Nadia this time?

"My life is for victory, I don't need the man you call me. I only need them when they deserve, even like a dog to his master." Reply Ayodhya who then walked past Nadia.

Nadia froze in her place. What the Radyakaya girl really thought. Whether the title of nobility was so terrible that it made him forget that he himself was a human being. Nadia was amazed, how can there be a human heart like Ayodhya.

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Outside the toilet door, Ayodhya was surprised by the presence of someone who was staring in shock at her. Both of them seemed to be imprinted by each other's eyes and just silently looked at each other.

"Madana." Ayodhya first said.

The man finally woke up. "How are you?" Arlen replies when Ayodhya no longer calls her small name

Ayodhya smiled. "Good." The answer. "Waiting for your wife?" Ask later.

Arlen nodded.

Arlen was a little surprised. "May you not-"

"Don't worry! I know how far I'm at my limit." Sahut Ayodhya fast.

Silent.

"Are you having lunch?" Arlen asked who felt the atmosphere of the two was a bit awkward.

Ayodhya nodded back. "Together with Sabian." Added.

"So the rumor was true? You guys getting married?" Arlen's voice sounded strange in Ayodhya's ear. Like not willing.

Ayodhya took this opportunity to test Arlen. "Do you mind?" Ask.

Arlen shook the noisier. "I will pray for your happiness." Follow him with a forced smile.

Mood Ayodhya deteriorated, he had suspected that Arlen was still naive as before. "I hope you will come to our wedding. I'll officially invite you and Nadia."

"Um, I'm coming." Sahut Arlen bitter. How could he attend his own funeral. For him to lose Ayodhya means to lose his life.

Ayodhya then smiled and said goodbye. And as he passed by Arlen he whispered a little. "You're too naive."

Arlen who heard that could only look at Ayodhya's back wistfully. He has no choice. Just as Sabian was the scapegoat of a noble, so was Arlen the same. If we refuse, fate seems to lead us to the path that has been determined.

"Have the reunion finished?" Nadia appeared from behind the door.

"I really don't understand your bad habits. And strangely neither I nor Sabian liked it." I'm Arlen being honest.

Nadia smiled in oblique fashion. "Ayodhya is a noble with high morals, while I am a noble with great morals. You know our differences. Although he is taller than me but he will never win to take people's hearts. But I'll easily get those attention." He said confidently.

"That's because you're educated to always lose to your sister, Namira. While Ayodhya was educated to always win from the people around him." Timpal Arlen reminded.

Nadia turned her mimicry into annoyance. "So, you're saying I lost to him in the first place?" The accusation.

"You and I know. Ayodhya is superior to any side." Arlen then turned around after saying so.

"Is that your love for him? You even demean your wife and defend other women." Nadia miris.

Seriate...