NOT THE USUAL CINDERELLA (Season 2)

MEETING WITH RED AND MARCELLO (1)

"Good morning, welcome, Your Highness Alvero, Empress Deanda." Marcello who had been waiting for their arrival immediately gave a good morning and greetings of respect to Alvero and Deanda which made Deanda feel clumsy. Because after all Marcello is an uncle who has a close relationship with him and is already like his own father.

Alvero immediately moved his hand, asking Marcello to stop his salute as he saw a clumsy-looking Deanda and just fell silent where he stood. It was clear to Alvero that Deanda was still unfamiliar with her new status as Gracetian's consort.

"Uncle..." As soon as Deanda saw Marcello had re-enforced his body with quick steps Deanda approached towards Marcello and hugged his uncle's body tightly.

Seeing that both Alvero and Marcello immediately smiled. Gently Marcello patted Deanda on the back, showing that he loved her so much.

"How are you doing after marriage? Are you happy?" Marcello who was still hugging Deanda whispered in a voice so softly, not wanting his question to be heard by the others, especially Alvero.

As soon as Marcello felt Deanda's head resting on her shoulders nodding her head several times in a slow motion, the smile on Marcello's face seemed to expand even more.

"Ah, thank goodness. Hearing the news all this time about how arrogant and loud his noble…. Not to mention the gossip about her playboy nature, I was so afraid that you would not be happy after marrying her. Moreover, not long ago you guys knew each other that his highness directly asked you to marry." Marcello whispered in a soft voice.

"All the news is just Uncle gossip. Never believe news like that. His Excellency Alvero is very kind to me Uncle, he has great respect and love for me. Thank you for your support and prayers Uncle for our marriage." Deanda whispered softly, after which distanced her body from Marcello's body.

"For me it's important you're happy, that's enough. It feels good to be able to take care of you until this moment. Honestly, uncle feels a little sad because from now on uncle has no right to rule your life. But uncle feels relieved because his majesty will definitely be able to take care of you much better than uncle.” Marcello said as he patted Deanda's arms slowly.

“Ah, sorry Your Majesty, for being too happy to get a visit from Deanda, I forgot to invite Your Majesty to sit down. Please sit Your Majesty..” After Marcello removed his hand from Deanda's arm, Marcello immediately approached Alvero and invited the Gracetian king to sit on the sofa in his living room.

“Uncle... Where's Red? Has he not arrived yet?” Deanda asked as her eyes swept across the room, looking for Red's figure.

“Eh, briefly. He's in the back. Let me call him.” Hearing Marcello's words, Deanda immediately scrunched her forehead hearing that Red was behind, making Deanda try to guess what Red was doing there.

However, just a moment later Deanda saw the figure of Red coming with Marcelllo who had said he would see it behind, Deanda lips immediately silenced a smile. But that smile turned into an amused smile as soon as he saw Red walking towards him and Alvero who was already sitting on the sofa, walking with a tray containing a teapot and a number of empty cups near the teapot.

“Uncle Marcello, Red…. Why should you bother like this.” Deanda had already risen from her seat prepared to help Red, but Ernest nimbly walked towards Red and Marcello, approached them and grabbed the tray straight from Red's hands.

“Let me help you Mr. Red.” Ernest said as he carried the tray and put it in front of the table in front of the sofa where Deanda and Alvero were.

As soon as Ernest had helped Red, Alvero grabbed Deanda's wrist standing next to him, giving Deanda a sign to have her sit back next to him as before.

“Relax Miss bes.. uh consort Deanda. You know I'm used to doing things like this because no wife helps.” Red said with a smile, realizing he had almost mispronounced Deanda's nickname with the big miss, the nickname he always used to call Deanda.

With Deanda's current status as Alvero's wife as a Gracetian king, Red could no longer haphazardly call Deanda by the name of the great lady. Even he was no longer able to talk casually with Deanda using the words me and you were like before.

“Uncle Marcello, Red, can…. When we meet without anyone else like this, you two still behave as usual towards me. Even I would prefer if you still decided not to use formal language when talking to me. I feel uncomfortable with the rigid attitude between us.” Deanda who was still standing with her wrist held by Alvero who was sitting next to where she was standing said of her desire that they not be formal to her, so that Deanda would still feel comfortable with them as she used to be, as a family.

“But the Empress, we can't..” Red said in a doubtful tone.

“Ah, I forgot, it was not a request, but an order.” Hearing Deanda's words spoken confidently, both Red, Marcello and Ernest seemed to flinch in shock, only Alvero was still holding Deanda's wrist which looked silencing the smile on his face, seeing and hearing how Deanda is today being assertive and starting to be able to use her power to show others what she wants, and give her orders as a ruler for something good.

“Yang Mulia Alvero Both Red and Marcello immediately mentioned Alvero's name while slightly bowing their heads after hearing orders from Deanda that made them feel uncomfortable, fearing being considered disrespectful to Deanda as Gracetian's consort.

If only Deanda had asked them that for just the time they were chatting, for Red and Marcello it would not have been something to think about too deeply. The problem remains, before them now also sits the Gracetian king, Alvero Adalvino. How they dared to call Deanda's name and act casually as before against the wife of the Gracetian king who they should have respected.

“Mr Red, uncle Marcello, you two have heard the orders of Empress Deanda clearly. Wouldn't if you refused Empress Deanda's order mean you were both against the ruler of this land? After all, when I met the two of you, I also felt like Alvi rather than Alvero.” Alvero said in a calm voice, which made him look so charismatic and authoritative as a wise king, but on the other hand his figure showed that he had great strength and ability to lead.