My beloved, the Princess

Ep. 05

As the new school year begins, Ayodhya walks to the bulletin board just to find her name and new classroom.

Ayodhya Princess Radyakaya - 3A

Ayodhya hurried away after finding his name on the top row. Of course he did not bother to jostle with those useless students.

There were cheers for the class Ayodhya would live in for the next few days before the day of his move to Britain. Yes, Ayodhya still has a blue blood lineage from the British Empire, England. Father is the 12th Son of the current King of Britain. It's visible from her pretty face, white skin, blonde hair and wide blue eyes, it has become strong evidence that she is not a native Indonesian.

Ayodhya momentarily stopped her steps, this was really troublesome for her. How could he possibly live and live with those noisy people? It was hell unto him. Fortunately, his beloved mother had made him out of that hell in a matter of days. At least he won't die young that soon.

Cklek!

The door of the class opened, all the students were silent to see the arrival of Ayodhya - the daughter of an Indonesian President and also the daughter of all the princesses of the fairyland who had many bodyguards behind her.

All the students in the class quietly watched Ayodhya who seemed to not consider their existence and sat down gracefully and quietly on the front bench. Suddenly the whole class became quiet since the arrival of Ayodhya.

"Hey, Reza! Are we going to a karaoke place to celebrate our success in entering the class?" a voice excitedly came out from the lips of a young man with a strange haircut, Adimas. Such a strange name for Ayodhya's ears.

Looking at the student list book in his class Ayodhya clearly saw the new and unfamiliar names for him. Classes A and B are class sizes. Only a few students with an average grade of 9 can occupy the class. That means every year each student will be selected based on values.

"The bottom line is that the school has a decline in HR." whispered Ayodhya shortly after she finished reading the roster. He's really not interested. His friends this year are really no match for him except one name. Sabian Kusumawidjaja's.

Ayodhya squeezed the book in her hand, she really hated the name. The name that makes it look****, stupid, embarrassed and a subject of ridicule out there. The name that made him have to be away from his family. But, there was at least some gratitude because that name was what made him get away from the sickening people in that class.

The first lesson begins. Ayodhya became the wildest girl in the class. He took all the scores from the oral question-and-answer test. He had no intention of giving other students a grade, not least his toughest rival Sabian.

Ayodhya even solved the problems quickly and precisely. Until he was allowed to go home early. While his other friends just open their stupid mouths just to just ignore all the things about Ayodhya.

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Ayodhya glanced at him at a glance then refocused her attention on her reading book.

"Go with your chin raised and your chest puffed up. No matter what happens. I want you to keep your position as a noble." Kinar said full of emphasis in each word. He looked meaningfully at the princess who had been his pride for 16 years.

"I won't let you down, Mother." Reply to Ayodhya with confidence that touches Kinar's eyes. The two looked at each other and delivered the sting of Mother-child affection through the gaze of the eyes.

And then Ayodhya no longer showed his nose in the Golden Emperor again.

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Ayodhya opened both her eyes. The shadow of the past that he no longer needs to fear, 7 years have passed. She is no longer the same little girl as in the past, now she has grown up with the upbringing of a British royal nobleman. There is no taste, no joke, there is only a thirst for position and what man wants as lust.

Ting!

The elevator door opened right on the floor that Ayodhya was heading to, the beautiful girl stepped confidently. A large door welcomed his arrival. The servants who were standing guard opened it immediately, and Ayodhya drowned.

Seriate...