The Bloody Crown

BC 41'S

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Tonight, trillions of raindrops re-wet the earth in parts of Bosnia. The dark and dense sky occasionally split due to lightning strikes. The sound of thunder boomed, occasionally splitting the sound of the rushing rain.

Summer, again close herself, curled up like a fetus in a bed. The sound of rain, lightning and the cold air coming in from the open window did not also make the girl intend to rise and want to wake up from her sleep.

After passing two days of fear until he could not close his eyes, only this afternoon did he give up by closing his eyes in a state of weak body powerless.

Two days, Summer did not also fill the stomach and occasionally just drain the throat with water that is always available in the room. The girl was too scared and continued to feel chased by Regan's blood-soaked sword shadow.

The blood, which flew from the neck and head of King Feroca, continued and continued to fill Summer's memory. The bodies lying blood-soaked without life that he saw that night, re-awakened the memories of events that still felt wet in his heart and memory.

Summer has twice been a witness to the cruelty and cruelty of the new King of Bosnia, Regan. Both in Rembrand, and Helsingr.

Again the wind blows. The entrance vibrates strongly with the wide-open window door. He went into his quiet room and looked dead. Summer can only and wants to re-attach herself in the blanket without wanting to just stare at the room window cover that continues to sound because of the strong wind.

Until a while, when sleep tired full of burden is disturbed, the feeling of being watched makes both eyes closed immediately open. Both slices of gray with glasses, appear dark in the room that does not get the slightest lighting from the help of candles. Only the rays from outside occasionally cut through the darkness of his room.

With a limp body and a racing heart, Summer tried to glance towards the front. Staring at the moving window door, toward the empty bed in front of him, then toward the mirror.

Summer's body, instantly snapped as a shadowy figure in the darkness caught the retina of her eye. The figure sat quietly without moving. Very calm, and contrary to the state of Summer's body and heart that has been vibrating fast.

Trying to round off the rest of her courage, Summer tried to stare upwards. On the face whose figure Summer still considered half unreal but....

The two bright blue eyeballs were lit up amidst the surrounding darkness, making Summer's body instantly slump up and turn around.

"Re.... Regan's...." He shrieked with a very smooth voice and full of tremors of fear.

The figure that Summer wanted to consider unreal. The figure that Summer now saw and was eager for her to think of as just a hallucination, continued to sit quietly while twirling the glass.

The man sat still, looking ahead, silenced, and looked terrifying. It's terrifying, and it gives a terror of fear to anyone who's now in the vicinity, especially Summer.

Frightened, and all the body shivering because of the night wind or because of the figure he sees now, Summer's two hands can only grip firmly the blanket that still wrapped his tiny body. Summer's body could not be lifted even just to move because it felt very weak, especially because it continued to tremble in fear.

The hand that kept holding the clear glass stopped moving around the contents of the glass. The index finger that gripped the glass moved to the side. Pointing towards the nightstand.

Although Summer's frightened cry was at the end, but the contents of her head could still digest to follow where the long index finger was pointing. When Summer's line of sight was able to stamp the nightstand in the middle of the darkness, his head instinctively shook weakly.

Summer's headband again made the hand that had stopped rotating the contents of the glass, moving back to move the red liquid that had stayed a little.

"Eat, or will I make you eat?"

The more threatening question still made Summer's head shake with fear.

How could he eat? How could he chew and gulp down food that could contain poison? But, the thing that could least make Summer to eat was, all over her body that was not even able to move. His weak body that continued to tremble violently.

After Summer's refusal, silence returned. The sounds of raindrops rushing down even the sound of lightning as if nothing in Summer's hearing. His sense of hearing could only watch and watch over the man's voice. Regan, who somehow, how, and from when was in her room.

Summer's consciousness returned when the body figure that had been faithfully sitting quietly suddenly rose to his feet while putting down the glass. Spreading terror is extraordinarily frightening for Summer.

With all her might Summer tried to move to get out of bed and intended to go to the door but, for free. His body was too weak and heavy.

Step by step it approached slowly. Very slowly until Summer was sure, even without the sound of rain and lightning, the footing of the step would not be able to catch the listener. "Re... Regan's...." Summer reverberated softly at the figure that was already on the lip of the bed. Too cowardly and afraid of himself staring at that face, making Summer can only look ahead with both directions blurry.

But....

"Eat."

The voice sounded soft and smooth, followed by a gentle swipe to the side of Summer's cold cheeks.

Although there was a slight sense of relief because the shadow that Regan might hurt her did not happen, Summer still did not dare to open both eyes. The girl continued to close her eyes until her chin was raised which made her head bow down, along gently raised. And once again,

"Eat."

By exerting and expelling the remnants of courage, both eyes closed. Which immediately collided with Regan's face.

Amidst the dark night sky and the darkness without room lighting, Summer could not see and observe well the shape of the face or the look of the face like what her fiance had now. But one thing is certain, the scratches implied from the water of the look on Regan's face only show sadness.

With unruly hair, the wind that blows into the room moves hair that is almost the color of his hair. Regan with all the terror that came out of his body, very contrary to the look of his face and gaze. Making Summer who was somehow and how moved to.

After getting the nod, the two hands that were touching and holding Summer's head were released. Then, without saying anything, without explaining the meaning and max, Regan's body immediately turned around. Move slowly until you are in front of the exit.

Summer's line of sight just keeps on being hypnotized to follow Regan's every move that ends up disappearing from the closed room door. Gone by leaving a full sense of awkwardness for Summer.

It's very annoying, and leaves a lot of questions.

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Edward and Henry glanced back at each other as George in front of him was now still with both hands clinging to his wrinkled face. The old man remained silent until minutes passed. Making Edward several times close to making a sound if only, Henry did not continue to hold his mouth open which would be ready to ask questions.

"How old is Princess Anastasia?"

Finally, George's voice sounded. Which is for Ruth. Ruth, who had been waiting for minutes, stood up after being called into the Queen's study.

Ruth glanced at Henry and Edward for a moment, then looked back at George. Ready to answer. But, not yet had his voice come out, George's voice made Ruth's answer restrained.

"Take good care of that. In the least, there can be nothing less - "George dissects, then lowers both hands clinging to the table. "There's been a mistake, Ruth."

Ruth nodded obediently. "Good sir."

"Alright, go back to your place and keep an eye on every detail of the needs of the future baby Princess Anastasia."

Ruth's head again nodded obediently and replied with understanding. Then immediately the pemit resigned without understanding if the look of George's face that was not covered with hands anymore, looked unusual.

That only Edward could catch.

Edward knew very well that the look of the face described if there was something that was worried about the old man who had been in his breast almost doubled his age.

There was something, which made the gazes of the two old gray eyeballs portray a sadness, and also hid fear.

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