Urana: And the Last Revenge

Episodes 4.1

The wedding day had arrived after the plan was completely devised by Urana. Raie's not helping at all. He maklumi's. After all, the man who will live his life until old age is busy dealing with problems between regions. It drains energy and mind.

This wedding day should be the most memorable moment in a person's life history. Urana should be happy, in the end she is not single anymore. Too bad, Urana did not feel that feeling. Ia--with a white dress whose underside is fluffy due to dozens of layers of silk-cloth-just sit quietly in front of the dresser, observing the entire gurat that beautifies her face. Just powder-coated; eyelids polished something peach-red; and lip smeared pink. Blonde curls are also styled simply, the important thing is that Urana remains beautiful.

"Miss Urana." Someone entered the sacred room of Urana. Woman in waitress outfit. This time, his face was slightly older than the one he had met. Her smile was even sweeter than Eve who relied on her beautiful gaze as a palace servant.

"I am so happy for this marriage." He bowed respectfully, very deeply to a figure like Urana. "I represent the servants of the palace, promising to serve you lovingly."

This guy's friend.... Urana's heart softened a little. The heat on his face melted. There was a smile on his lips.

"Receive her speech" he said, asking the servant to stand up straight. "What's your name?"

"Camile, Miss." The waiter replied while bowing briefly. Ah, look at how she had laid her hands on that slightly inflated black long skirt. Very ... elegant. "If you are pleased, I beg you to accompany you to the guarantee."

Beside her, huh? Urana was stunned looking at Camile with those stifling eyes. Very different than the servants in the family palace. Here, Urana is comfortable.

There was the in-law who was much more affectionate towards her, even though her husband behaved otherwise.

Then, the elegant attitude of the servants is what makes it more comfortable.

Urana wants that comfort for much longer.

"Sure, Camile." At least, Urana won't feel threatened by Raie's presence during his meeting at the temple.

Although still without expression and a look of disdain for his own wife, he admitted Raie is quite handsome with all-white uniforms. Around his shoulders were lace beads as white as pearls. Each seam line on her neat uniform makes Raie look more dashing, if she notices her long hair and covers almost her entire face.

Damn, what Urana felt was even an explosive anger. He squeezed the bouquet of flowers in his grasp as hard as he could for the sake of enduring emotions. As soon as Raie sibaks a silk hood on Urana's head, Urana's cold eyes greet her. Their gazes fought each other to occupy how ruthless he was. From the session say the sacred promise to take care of each other, until the event is over.

Urana's gaze was always of equal value: I-would-kill you.

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"This is a dish for you, Your Majesty."

A plate of paints and a cup of black tea were beautifully presented in front of the Count, straight from the hand of a woman in long white pajamas and long blond hair.

"Well, Urana?" His wrinkled eyes bought faintly. "Why are you cooking? Y-you are now part of our family, at least you can ask the servants for help."

"What's wrong, Your Majesty." Urana smiled gently, then sat down on the chair near the Count.

"Call me Father now, Urana," he said quickly, as did the waning smile of Urana. Count's hand stretched out toward his fiancee's head, caressing her with a single heart. "You are Urana Shourette, part of our family, part of my son. You ... are my son too."

Urana was still frozen over her treatment. Counts.... The purple color in his eyes began to glow, sparkling like the night sky. This figure ... which Urana craved.

"Sure, Dad." Finally, a sweet smile rose on the lips as red as a dahlia. For the Count who was flabbergasted by Urana's reaction, that smile was perfectly legit for a woman like her.