NOT THE USUAL CINDERELLA (Season 2)
A LITTLE MEMORY OF A FRIEND
"I don't want you to trade anything you have with me. Especially your position as king. Because to us, the Gracetian people, there is no one more worthy than you to be a Gracetian king. I'm not saying this because you're my husband. But you are indeed the best among all those who are entitled to occupy the position of Gracetian king. Gracetian needs a figure like you to be their king." Hearing Deanda's words, Alvero only giggled amusedly, making Deanda's eyes bully because seeing Alvero's laughter showed that Alvero did not take her words seriously just now, even though she said them sincerely.
"I'm serious my Al. You are the most capable and worthy of being a Gracetian king. For that reason as well, at first I wanted to marry you. Because back then I was just thinking how I could help you to save your status as crown prince and become king for all of us, even though it's actually from the bottom of my heart that's palaing deep, I've actually fallen in love with you." Deanda said as her eyes looked at Alvero deeply with her serious face.
Seeing the confession of love from Deanda, Alvero immediately smiled as his hand gently stroked Deanda's hair.
"Whatever reason you married me at the time. Thank you for walking towards me and into my arms. For sure, for now, I don't want to be a king if my queen isn't Deanda Federer. I used to think of marrying you, in order to become a king to get my revenge. But now, I want to be a king so that I can protect my wife well and make her happy." Alvero's words successfully made Deanda's face flushed with a happy smile on her face.
"Let's go to the kitchen now sweety. Don't let the worm in your stomach turn into a dragon and rebel while spouting flames from its mouth." Alvero said with a small laugh and grabbed Deanda by the shoulder, then took her out of the room to walk towards the palace kitchen.
"Good night, Your Majesty, Empress." The few bodyguards who were on a mobile patrol to ensure the safety of the palace, greeted and bowed their bodies to pay their respects to Alvero and Deanda as they passed each other.
"Good night. Happy duty." Deanda kindly answered the greetings of the guards who greeted them, while Alvero only slightly nodded his head without saying a word, as a sign of receiving their greetings and respect and continued to walk towards the palace kitchen, and continued to walk, it was quite far from their room.
It's a pretty cold night air, though, making Deanda who was wearing a nightie (nightgown) and covering it with a sleeping robe on the outside seemed to close the sleeping robe and hold it with both hands folded in front of her stomach, to cover her body better.
Seeing Deanda's actions, Alvero quickly smiled as his outstretched arms pulled Deanda's body closer to him and hugged him to be able to channel the warmth of his body to Deanda.
"Ah... Good night, Your Majesty, Empress." More than 10 servants who were sitting in groups and chatting, nervously rising from their seats, saluted Alvero and Deanda who had never previously gone to the kitchen alone, especially at midnight like this.
Deanda still often visits the kitchen when cooking special food Alvero or himself is looking to cook to channel his hobbies and cooking skills. But Alvero, you can say, almost never set foot in the kitchen of the palace.
When he wants to cook for himself, Alvero usually does that if he is in a wooden house in the middle of the lake or in his penthouse. And usually he does if he really wants to enjoy time in the kitchen, to remember his college days in Italy. Where Alvero lives more independently and happy with his activities to cook without being disturbed let alone used as gossip material as if he was in the palace.
(Mansion is a big house, like a castle. The word itself is derived from the Old French from the Latin word mansio "dwelling", an abstract noun derived from the verb manere "to dwell").
Their friendship continues to this day. Remembering the figure of his best friend Ornado, Alvero slightly eased a smile on his face. Two weeks ago was the wedding day of his best friend with a beautiful girl from Indonesia.
Ornado had already given him the info that he did not invite Alvero because his wife wanted a simple marriage and was not announced to the public for a while, for some reason. Whereas for Alvero, where there are women who do not feel proud to be married to Ornado Xanderson. If it was another woman, surely the woman would have asked for a lavish wedding and an official announcement about their marriage. That's what's on Alvero's mind right now.
Although Ornado did not invite Alvero when married in Indonesia, Ornado promised to invite Alvero when he celebrated their wedding in Italy later, although it is uncertain when.
How are you doing now, Ad? May your marriage run smoothly and you be happy with your marriage to the girl you have been dreaming of for so long. I can't wait to get your wedding invitations in Italy. I'll make sure I come with Deanda. When there's free time tomorrow, I'll try to call Ad and chat with him. I hope he is in good shape and his marriage is not in trouble. After being separated for 15 years, most likely people will change, and perhaps, that includes the dream girl Ornado.
Alvero said inwardly as he refocused on what he was going to do in the kitchen.
"What can we do for Your Majesty? The empress?" One of those who was the butler on duty that night came forward, approaching towards Alvero and Deanda to offer help.
"Nothing, you leave for a while from the palace kitchen. Me and the empress will prepare our own food." The butler looked a little shocked at Alvero's orders, but he immediately nodded his head with his body still bent, without daring to question much less defy Alvero's orders.
After which, the butler immediately coded the other servants to follow in his footsteps to rush out of the palace kitchen. Letting Alvero and Deanda be just the two of you there.
