The Marrying The Prince

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Trees that are always yellowish have been left the leaves, dry grass begins to continue to be wet, dusty soil begins to feel moist. Every night, the fireplace burns wood to warm the room. Every morning, the chimneys always emit smoke. Every day, people always prefer to limit their activities.

The seasons have changed, and new hopes are beginning to wait.

As for him, he still confined himself in his room which was always dry, arid, without change, and without hope.

In his silence and silence, he still stared out the open window. His recovered body continued to sit on the cold floor beside the bed without intending to move because it was not yet dark.

Francesca opened the room slowly, which no one had ever visited. The room is always quiet, as quiet as the owner who has never opened his mouth since their father last came here. In silence, Francesca gave a brief nod to Tomy who immediately stepped into the bathroom, then not long back out with a basin of water and a cloth.

All the movements and all the small noises in the room, did not also take the attention of the owner of the room who always remained focused on the clear sky that continues to drop snow.

In silence, Tomy placed a chair beside the nightstand and in front of someone who just let everything happen, without even intending to glance.

Francesca started to take her place, and the movement instantly made Tomy step away to stand in front of the door. Francesca's gaze looked closely at her sister who for months always participated in various contents of her heart. The content of the heart that sometimes made Francesca had to cry silently to replace Ferdinand who could not cry for everything.

Francesca's hands stretched out, cupping Ferdinand's face, which finally made Ferdinand's eyeballs move towards the front, where Francesca who was already sitting on the seat that was in front of him.

"I've never done this, but I'll do it for you"

After saying that, Francesca who had already removed her hand from Ferdinand's face began to envelop Ferdinand's upper chest with a cloth, taking out the folding knife that he always slipped on his thigh, and then he put it on his thigh, then again cupped Ferdinand's face with one hand. That warm hand, began to weave bit by bit the dense feathers that filled Ferdinand's face.

Without movement, without resistance, and with resignation Ferdinand let his brother do anything to him. Just as Ferdinand had always done when Solar shaved it, treated it, replaced the bandages, or thrust spoons and glasses at it.

In silence, the two sisters who will forever share that heart and mind do what they want to do. The resigned Ferdinand and the shaving Francesca.

Until everything was done, Francesca took the cloth that enveloped Ferdinand's upper chest, picked up a small towel inside the basin, squeezed the cloth, then began to rub with the softness of Ferdinand's face.

Tomy from his place could only throw a heavy breath when Ferdinand really looked like a breathing corpse that would not respond to anything, except when he often had nightmares at night. This is very bad, very sad to hear, including hearing the nonanya who always accept pain and regret that can drown the human mind.

Francesca's hands again cupped Ferdinand's face, rubbing Ferdinand's cheeks with her thumb, fixedly staring at Ferdinand's two eyeballs that seemed to have no taste and attention for anything. Francesca's heart was seared, her chest throbbing in pain at the sight of Ferdinand's real destruction. This was what he always feared, if Ferdinand always suppressed his feelings, always pressing firmly all the contents of his true heart.

Slowly, Francesca lowered her head and gave a warm kiss to Ferdinand's forehead. Then slowly put Ferdinand's head on his lap with a hand that began to caress and wipe his sister's head. As before, just like Francesca always did when Ferdinand was holding back his tears, holding back his tears to keep looking like a man.

Tomy who had already seen the passage, without wanting to waste time directly opened the door and exited. The sound of the door being closed, made Francesca speak softly

"Cry Dinand"

Seconds by seconds passed until the wide back began to move, both broad shoulders began to tremble, the two burly hands began to grip both sides of Francesca's thighs, and the sound of the inevitable sobbing began to wrench.

The sound of sobbing continued to be heard, the more seconds passed the stronger, the more minutes passed the more heartbreaking.

"I'm here. I'm always with you Dinand. I never left you"

Francesca said softly with a hand that kept rubbing Ferdinand's hair, with both eyes ready to shed tears. Fracesca's chest is painful, very painful. His breathing was very difficult, very stifling.

"I have to how.. I have to how. what should I do Frans"

Both of Francesca's eyes were closed with warm crystal circles sliding down both of her cheeks

"Everything will be fine Dinand. It's gonna be okay"

"I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry..please forgive me...."

A bitter smile printed on Francesca's lips that had removed all her cold masks. I don't know who and for whom the apology continued to slide from Ferdinand's issuance, but every word that Ferdinand put out hit Francesca hard, breaking down and rattling all corners of his heart ruthlessly.

"It's okay to scream.I'm always with you Dinand"

Ferdinand's hands clenched the two sides of Francesca's dress skirt, his cries grew stronger and more heartbreaking, the dripping wetness wetter Francesca's dress.

Francesca's blurry gaze stared at the clear sky in the first month of winter. The cold winter to the small to large storms always caused fear but, no more frightening than the storms that were in his chest, especially in Ferdinand's chest.

Francesca knew, if the word 'all will be fine' was just a prayer she prayed every day for God to hear it, so that God would always give strength to her sister. His sister who had strayed too far in the abyss of long regret, his sister who had already drowned in the deep sea of sorrow.

"Everything's gonna be okay Dinand"

The minutes passed by with the sound of sobbing, tens of minutes continued to be wasted with crying sounds, hours continued to walk with Ferdinand continuing to spill all the flavors in his heart, francesca now had Ferdinand's body. Humble himself to join touch the cold floor gripping, in order to hug the body of his sister who is now twice the size of his body

Francesca's wet skirt had begun to dry, now her top dress was getting wet but Ferdinand had not stopped. As much as it was all the regret that he felt, as much as that pain that continued in his custody.

"Everything's gonna be okay Dinand"

"All will be well"

Once again, Francesca could only speak her tranquilizing words and prayers. He cannot promise anything, he cannot give any hope, because this is not his power. He has no power for all the future.

The increasingly cold night wind started to seep into Francesca's pores. With all his attention and affection, Francesca tightened her embrace, hoping that Ferdinand's body would stay warm even though, it wouldn't help at all for Ferdinand's extremely hollow heart.

For hours, Ferdinand, still in Francesca's arms, finally began to stop his crying.

Francesca who could also feel a hint of relief in her heart that was definitely part of Ferdinand's heart, began to take off her embrace, cupping Ferdinand's face, bringing together their basic point of view, he said, then gave a warm smile that he could never give aside for Ferdinand in their childhood.

"Are you cold?"

Ferdinand's head shook weakly as he slowly pulled the two hands of Francesca who was next to him to come sit down. Francesca just followed where Ferdinand wanted to take him. Then a thick blanket pulled by Ferdinand, began to envelop Francesca with Ferdinand's head falling weakly on his shoulder.

Silence still enveloped them with a gaze that was both staring at the dense night sky full of stars. The snowy night breeze continued to blow quite strongly, blowing inside the room without the firewood, blowing a chill into their pores but, uh, it blew, not to break through the hearts of the twins who started to warm up a little.

"Are you in a lot of pain?"

Francesca's relieved smile rose as Ferdinand finally began to speak normally without any more sobbing

"Every time, and the worst at night. That's why I always come when you have nightmares"

"I'm sorry Frances. Thank you for always looking after me and sharing everything with me. Thank you for never leaving me"

"I can't leave you Dinand, even if I want to but I still can't and won't"

"It's nice to look back at your smile, it's been a long time that that sweet smile has been hiding behind your mask" With his head still drooping down next to Francesca's shoulder, Ferdinand's hand grabbed her brother's hand, then put their hands together. Ferdinand's lips opened again and spoke softly.

"Family is everything, you are half my soul forever, I am so sorry to have turned away from you, me too"

Ferdinand's dangling tone of voice made Francesca further tighten the link of their hands. Francesca knew that now Ferdinand was rethinking 'her'. He who had succeeded in carrying another half of Ferdinand's heart, half of the heart that could make his sister could only half-sword and drown in the boundless dark valley.

"Do you want to hear a little bit of my story Dinand?" A short movement next to her shoulder, made Francesca reopen her voice. "Before marrying you, before you made your sudden engagement, I was the first to dare to ask you a question because of my disbelief and doubt at your but-'s decision" Francesca searched and dropped her head on Ferdinand's head, which was on his shoulder. "Papa says if you've seen each other for a long time. And up until now, I didn't understand what the hell Dinand was"

In the midst of his tired thoughts, Ferdinand's head was trying to remember anything he could remember but, for hours and hours passing back in their silence, Ferdinand's head still found nothing.

Francesca who could be aware of Ferdinand's thoughts and feelings only smiled understandably. I don't know what their father said. Because Francesca knew, if his father's words often contain a lot of meaning or a trick stored to get what his father wants.

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Victoria continued to furrow her brows as she looked at her husband who started to smile while stretching out his hands wide. From the moment her new husband handed something to Jeremmy, she received something from Jeremmy. I don't know what they're saying, but it's definitely something that's only a secret to her husband and her husband's favorite, Jeremmy.

The night breeze blew again, into the window that suddenly opened her husband. Victoria was teasing as she looked at Fredrick who was chuckling for no reason.

"Your head hit Bash?"

While spending the remnants of his piety, Fredrick looked at his wife, then began to approach while........ skipping small?????

Horrified by Fredrick's strange behavior, Victoria immediately ran to the connecting door. Fredrick, who saw his wife run away, snickered, then shouted at the open door

"Darling! you said you'd sleep together tonight!"

"I don't sleep with crazy people!!"

Back, Fredrick sneered dislikefully, then nodded softly

"Ck! I was happy"

About Fred (Old version)

Aunt Vic (Old version)

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