The Bloom At Royal Harem's

2. Stranded In The New World

In a large room with white shades carved in gold filled with the aroma of lavender flowers are soothing. Lying a little girl with a silver mane and a light blue dress wrapped her small body which was also covered by a blanket to cover the girl's body to the base of the neck. The girl's face was pale, her lips whitened along with her two perfectly closed eyes. There, he's not alone. There were many people around him, who were anxiously waiting for his consciousness.

Without them noticing, slowly the girl's hand that was behind the blanket moved slowly. His eyes still remained closed, although his consciousness began to slowly appear.

“Mr Princess, forgive me. I beg you, Princess be aware!” said a woman in a servant's garment whose eyes had been filled with tears, which were pouring down her face.

“Enghh..” sees the girl who slowly opens her eyes, displaying an ocean-clear blue net that can sweep away anyone who sees her.

“Mr Princess, are you aware? It turns out that Goddess Anocia granted my prayer, thank you Dewi” said the maid who now walked over to the girl's body, then helped her to sit.

“Thank you” said the girl.

“That's my duty, Mr. Putri” said the waiter.

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The Nachira POV

I opened my eyes that felt hard to open, as if they had been glued to the mouse. My eyes were fixed, seeing a large room of classic design with intricate carvings that were so luxurious in white gold. Around the room there are 2 large windows covered with thin curtains of gold. My eyes seemed to tirelessly circulate, looking around that there were several vases of white daisy, and a golden bed with curtains dangling down the mix of white, beige, and white, and a dark chocolate that I think is very good at looking at.

Until my gaze was fixed on a group of people in strange clothes, such as the clothes of the European royal maid that I had seen on television, even now not far from my bed a woman in the same clothes walked over, helping me to sit up and say the strange words I heard the first time, but also not as strange in my brain as if I had read or spoken them somewhere.

“Thank you” I said to the woman I didn't know her name was.

“That's my duty, Mr. Putri” said the woman.

Wait, Princess? Who is the Princess? Am I being helped by a noble family? But as I remember I never knew a noble family, my mind spoke.

“Mr Princess? Who is the Princess you mean and who are you?” tanyaku while frowning.

“Mr Princess, what happened to you? Wait a minute I will call the doctor for you” he said before breezing away.

I rolled my eyes again, staring at the crowd and the interior of the room that looked very foreign. Quickly, I pulled over the blanket I had used which now featured a light blue dress with a rose on the skirt and a small ribbon in navy.

The thing that is very much in comparison to what they all wear, why does my clothes look more special? While they only wear a shirt with a long knee length brown combined with the same colored pants for women and for men only wear a shirt with a brown vest with pants plain with the same color. Even in terms of materials it already looks different. The dress I was wearing was very delicate while they were from far away already seen if the clothes they were wearing were quite rough.

Can't I be taken by the European nobility? Or maybe this is a syndicate selling women or human flesh?, I thought the more obscure.

Princess did they say? Or may I have been in heaven and they had servants sent specially by the angels to serve me?, I thought again that this time coupled with a wide smile made them frown a little confused.

I haven't had time to calm down, adjust to the situation around me. A pacing followed by a thunderous sound rang out in my ear along with the door of the room that was forcibly broken open and made me aghast in shock.

BRACKET!

Anjir, the heart is safe, right?, my question in the heart while keeping my heart slow enough to return to normal.

“MINGGIR YOU!” order a man with a firm voice from behind the wall.

My eyes were riveted again, looking at the man with a height of about 185 centi, straight blonde hair that was combed upwards featuring a shiny forehead as well as a clean and smooth white. The nose is sharp, with bright blue eyes, slightly pink lips, and a charming firm jaw. I estimate that if the man must be between 21 and 27 years old, more than that would be impossible. Because want to see in terms of any man looks very handsome, beautiful, well-established, and full of charisma.

NAH!

A story landed smoothly on the top of my head, awakening me from the daydreams of enjoying the most beautiful work of God. Even tell it feels more painful than Mr. Ronald, a history teacher at the former High School who was famous for his killer.

“AUW!” ringisku while holding a throbbing pain.

Until without me knowing it turns out that the man has been right in front of me, while sitting on the lips of the mattress. His hand slowly moved rubbing the aching top of my head, then blowing it away slowly. Then he smiled, followed by bringing my small palm into his arms.

Wait, little hands?, I was surprised when I realized the strangeness in my body.

I quickly retracted my hand, then looked at it closely and intently. One thing came to my brain, little.

I shrunk?, I thought.

I looked back over my whole body as I realized it had shrunk like a 6 or 7 year old. Until a few strands of blonde hair blocked my view which I quickly removed with a little rough which then caused pain in my head.

“What are you doing, Chella?” asked the man, making me confused.

That's Princess, now Chella? Who are they?, I thought.

“Sorry, Sir. Who is Chella you mean? And who are you?” my many.

NAH!

Again, a teak landed perfectly on the top of my head even though this time it felt more relaxed unlike before which the pain was still felt until now.

“You forgot me? How dare you?” said the man with an angry tone that ended with a smile.

Forget it, who are you? My soul mate? Ask blessing duli gih, to the same father mother in the village, I thought.

“Nachella, am I your father?” said the man made me sigh violently while OH ria.

Failed to be, married at a young age, I said in my heart.

“Eh, wait! Nachella's? Who's Nachella?” ask again. The name felt familiar to me, like the name of...

“You,” point it at me, before resuming his words. “You are Nachella my daughter, Nachella Neiderfold Courlage, the only daughter of the Kingdom of Courlage, Alexander Courlage, King of this Country” explained the man.

I smacked my cheek a few times until I was sure that the color as red as tomatoes was already clearly printed on both cheeks. I would love to wake up from this dream, which I believed from the beginning that I am currently in a dream and doing lucid dreaming. How can I give up my youth to feel death at a young age let alone this is not my real world.

It did not feel how many times I hit or pinched my cheeks in turn, until a hand stopped my movement. My head looked up, looking for the source of the hand that was without permission holding my right hand.

“Nachella, what are you doing?” alexander asked as he pulled my hand into his hand that felt comfortable and warm.

“I... it... a... I” said I was confused as to what to say.

Alexander threw his face into another corner of the room, his sharp eyes piercing and sharp like a sword as if ready to slash at anyone he saw. I grimaced softly, looking at it, especially the frightened and trembling faces of the servants who despite having lowered their heads were still quite clearly visible in my eyes.

“Please, Your Majesty. The Princess when she woke up straight like that. Ask us who he is and also we” said the maid who had left. He had returned 10 minutes ago with a white-bearded man.

Alexander looked back at me with his hands still holding both of my hands. His sharp eyes dimmed when he met with my eyes that were slightly trembling in his gaze. Who does not tremor in the face of a handsome man with a very sharp gaze?

Alexander's right hand rubbed his long blond mane, slowly, both eyes stared from the tip of my head to my feet which were like the body of a child to make me slightly clucked irritated because of the change in my body size that was too far away. But somehow I should be grateful, at least I entered the body of a little girl with a beautiful face that was also very cute. Although, the fate of this original girl must have a fate that is so sad because it knows love.

But suddenly in my mind came to my mind, this final story of the original owner of the body that was very contrary to my desire to always maintain life, at least until the age of 50 years.

“Hey, what are you thinking? Answer my question?” said Alexander who immediately awakened me from the reverie.

What am I supposed to say? There's no way I'd say I wasn't Nachella, their daughter or their princess. They will call me a witch doctor for thinking that I am possessed, or they will punish me in the dungeon, in the whip, in the torment, my hands and tongue cut off, then give me the beheading and throw my head into the forest to eat the wolves. Oh, no I still love life!, I thought to myself.

“Ah, I'm sorry dad, I was wrong. I promise, next time I won't play too close to the charm” lake I said after a long struggle in the brain, then hugged Alexander's body to hide my fear.

The Nachira END POV

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POV Author

Nachira a.k.a Nachella opened her eyes as she felt the cold rush into her room, piercing her white skin that was wrapped in a black blanket. His eyes circulated, finding a large window that was still wide open to make the surrounding curtains flutter following the direction of the wind. I don't know who opened the window, but it was late at night.

Her little legs stepped down near the dressing table which was right in front of her wide-open bedroom window. Slowly, Nachella climbed up the chair in front of the table trying to grab the window knob and close it. His efforts were not in vain, now the window has been completely closed along with the curtain that no longer flutters. But the cold can still feel it.

With a stride, Nachella came back down to the fireplace. His hand took some long logs, put them in the fireplace until he was up in the mountains, then his hand took the candle, burned the wood to create a warm air that burst into the contents of his room that was originally cold.

Nachella kept her body away from her and stepped towards her study table which was filled with piles of books. He did not seem to be continuing his sleep, because his drowsiness had evaporated away somewhere. Therefore, he prefers to go to the table and busy himself by reading some books to pass the night.

His eyes immediately blinked when he found all the books piled up there were empty. With forced he remained sitting there, because he was too comfortable to be in that place compared to having to go back to the mattress which is not necessarily also able to make him go back to sleep. Until a brilliant idea flashed through his brain.

His hand moved agilely, picking up a book, pen, and ink solution. His lentic finger seemed to dance while continuing to make long strokes that increasingly filled the contents of the book.

Kkokkokkokkok. (assume the sound of chicken ya gaes).

Without him knowing, the day increasingly shows its color to be blue mixed with orange light from the sun that began to rise from the east, enter his room which was originally only decorated with candlelight and fireplace.

His eyes stared at the twinkle excitedly as he looked at the results of his hard work over the night. It does not seem in vain for him to stay up late, if the results are as amazing as that. His legs now begin to stand up to be able to support his body that has stood up energetically while holding the book of his day, he wrote.

“Oke, we reread. First.... “ he said with a smile that never faded.

Tok!! Tok!! Tok!!

“Haish, disrupting the well-being of mankind!” muttered Nachella annoyed that she was trying to hold up.

“Come in!”

Seen a half-lung woman in a maid outfit she only learned about a few hours ago while bending 90 degrees. Adele, 35, was a private servant and nanny who had served her since she was born.

“Greetings Princess Nachella, good morning” Adele said.

“Good morning, Adele. Stand up” Nachella orders with a smile that she forced to expand.

“Thank you, Mr. Princess”

“What's up?”

“Izin replied, Princess. His Majesty the King asks the servant to call you to meet him immediately and have breakfast with the princes”

“Alright, I'll be there soon. Thank you, you can come out” said Nachella who was directly in the arms of Adel who lowered her head before walking backwards and disappeared from behind the door that began to close.

Nachella walked towards the bathroom to start her bathing ritual that should not be disturbed by anyone including the servants who of course always wanted to serve her which she refused expressly. He who is 25 years old of course feel embarrassed, although in this life he is still 6 years old, but still he will feel embarrassed. Especially in his former life, he had been accustomed to bathing himself since the age of 3 years, a feat that could be proud of in this world.

His feet stopped in rows of neatly arranged cabinets in a room that also contained a large glass, about able to menaca 10 people. Her hands moved open the closet which now began to show rows of beautiful dresses hanging neatly in it. There are nightgowns, casual dresses, even party dresses that total more than 20, of course with different colors and motifs, there are even those decorated with crystal stones and diamonds which of course are very expensive.

The rich are free, he thought.

Her eyes circulated, choosing beautiful dresses that seemed to be waving at her. Until her gaze stopped in a long off shoulder long dress, with a tassel covering a white chest as well, and a peacock feather carving that blends with a golden rose that is up to the ankle length. The dress looks light, because the outer thin so that it makes it easier to move. She quickly picked up the dress, then stepped into the bathroom that was right next to the room.

The AUTHOR END POV

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TB