"The Ohami Your Highness The Excellency Asch's guardian come bringing the letter this morning. It's The Royal Family's emblem you see. Werewolf."
Highness Excellency? Another king? Werewolf? She's making random guessing no impossibility of a werewolf. She didn't know the story well. Foxes and werewolves are indisputable. Werewolf mostly nicknamed after the Alpha. A powerful and dignified existence.
Enemies for life. Fox and werewolf.
'Powerful and dignified existence?' Repeated sentences in her head.
The one about it is captive in Rerin's eyes is the husband.
The werewolf disappears in her mind but the fox. As of the sole existence in her heart is the enticing kitsune at the front.
The breezy breeze of the town makes it differently various of how it's when she's locked up in the mansion. The winding-up wind was like a key releasing her mind and heart from the jailed jail for a long. Rerin looked at the feet, it's more better now after she's walking with shoes.
"It's a good hairdo. I like it."
Glovisa's first compliments after Rerin see him by first her whack going out from the bedroom's window. She was caught red-handed by Glovisa.
Who's not going to jump through the door after all it's a one-floor house.
She's brainstorming about making a path around the house to short circuits. The thought is lashing out 'lazying' to having long walks around the house after some laying down in the sun.
She does the tour quite a time. And, the town? It wasn't like one. More likely it's could be the combination of the rural village and the town. Was it's called the town here? Rerin glance to Glovisa. His long white-haired hair is tied in a ponytail. The eyes of no interest of whatever in front of his eyes.
There and here, animals foxes likes but cats are almost everywhere. Combination of both? She couldn't name or judge them properly for the first things. To be done is combine bit by bit. It's shame. Taking pride and smug as it's fine because it's the first time she see it. There's one in her eyes beside the fishing rod.
"How was the letter, Rerin?" A question of the King.
"The letter?" Was it about the letter she sees it earlier? Looking at it, it comes to as kid doodles. But she can't say it so.
Letting a question out of intention but of curiosity is a usual dynamic in life, "To who it was addressed?"
"To you," said Glovisa casually. "Who else? It was for the empire's dear princess." So much dear you're till you where you're now.
"Ah, it's..." It appears as a kid doodling in the mind. The world's handwriting is not to her understanding. "I can't understand very much of it."
"You can't read it?"
Less interpret it! A mess up! Who writes it? What kind of handwriting does it like that and how old is the person to write a letter like that? Undescribed ancient transcription. Did a beast write it?
What do you think?
I can't think. I'm thinking of teaching a lesson to the person who wrote the letter personally.
Personally?
Yes, personally.
Like a teacher and a student?
You'll fall in love.
I'll not. I'm the wife who have a husband. One man is enough. I don't need two. Rather why it's I need the other?
"What it's, Rerin? You lost in thoughts?"
Glovisa's words are like pieces blown into the wind. She can't remember it. "I'm... knows to eat. Sorry. I'm speaking with someone earlier." She could be labeled as crazy. Who it's??? If not herself!!!
She lay out of the embarrassing red carpet and walk on it in the mind.
"Where your mind is?" asked Glovisa.
As per she give the answer, Rerin's eyes to the floating bubbles in the air. "Soap bubbles?" It's white, transparent, and glittering.
Spring crystal? "It's not. It's invitation letters."
Letter? "The letter?"
"Yes. You'll hear rumored news of the town."
Newspapers like?
"It's not the usual ones." Glovisa takes one in his hand. "It's an invitation to a spectacular ball."
Many much more bubbles floating around her. Is she going to see the real one of the read-it in the book?
"Are you coming? That one spectacular ball is hosted by the people of the town." Of the kitsune.
'More gossiping and grapevines?' "Will you accompany me? I'm going." The opportunity to work with Glovisa in her esoteric opinion espionage.
A sudden are voices coming to Rerin's ears. She heard it. A sweet, soothing, and low-voiced voice. Is she hearing a bunch of little toddlers' voices learning to speak?
"What's wrong, Rerin?" Glovisa takes the cup. Eyes to it. Black. Glovisa's eyes to the hidden back alleyways. He puts down the cup back. Nothing wrong on the surface but in Glovisa's eyes, it's not. The feels like drinking a black bitter herb. It's the same drink but no longer appeasing Glovisa's appetite.
The little beastie hasn't gone yet.
It wasn't a mistake. "Tell me I'm not crazy to hear the voices from these 'soap bubbles'.?"
"It's not. You're not crazy, Lady Princess."
"But maybe it's the voices of the people around me."
She looks around comparing. Words around her and the ones heard from it. Of it not the same words to what she heard.
Rerin's eyes to Glovisa's cup. "Why don't you drink your herb?"
"It's bitter." A paused for a second. "And black."
"Do you want to change it? They will not put something like black fine powdered form if you don't like it."
Glovisa gazed far into the drinks in his hand. Witch Royal Fairy is boisterous with her title. As a husband and the king to the one, being more lovingly lulli supportive is the single path.
"Let's make one, Rerin?"
"Your Majesty, …" He won't ask her to make one replacing it, right?
"Glovisa. Aren't you calling your husband by the name?"
The name of a calm storm taking and ruling her mind beyond it.
"It's far to call it one but I need a comforting meal. I want our home-cooked dishes."
In the Glovisa's eyes everywhere of the dishes are the Ohami black werewolf shadow that has tampered with them.
Glovisa looked at the spring crystals. The number of it significant power of Crystallize Royal Fairy has come far to the town where Witch Royal Fairy resides. Festival coming soon? The ball? Then, little brother Your Highness The Excellency Asch is here?
The black bitter herb, His Highness The Excellency is not. What measures of the next Royal King of Ohami chained the guardians keeping them from loitering around aimlessly like lost puppets? Asch didn't ground little beastie from his eyes soon, he'll make it into dinner for Witch Royal Fairy.
His hearted smile is a magnet to Rerin's attention.
"What is in your heart for the smile, Your Majesty?"
"I'm thinking about making dinner with the meat of a werewolf. You won't eat it, won't you?"
Yes, I wouldn't. "I never eaten its meats before. I don't know its edibleness. Have you eaten it, Your Majesty?"
Glovisa's eyes turned darker grey, "No, I haven't eat it. That meat wasn't for it. I'm guessing no one would ever eat it."
"Yes, it's not for us to eat it. I doubt about its tenderness and firmness." Nonessential nonsense again!
"Then, what meat you do think is delicious?"
"Fish!"
That got Glovisa almost choking and spluttering on his drink on the table.
Dear husband, 'serve you right' "Excuse me, Your Majesty." The sudden guilt comes.
"It's fine. It's a long-time vacation of indispensable joy and fun. Glovisa's soft smile to Rerin. "It's been a while. How about catching some fish?"
"What?" It caught Rerin off guard. The guy! He wasn't as much as stupidly manipulative but words are he's like the one. It deceiving but it's outright the truth like a shooting arrow piercing the target at the center.
"I don't have the fishing rod...? I haven't... used... I... don't... know..." Her sentences are broken machines.
"You don't need it. The fish will come to you in superfluous flows by standing at the gate. The water is crystal clear, you can see as much of an unaccountable amount."
Hesitatingly, she get up from seat and a moment of standing at the gate and a striped golden, white and yellow fish come to her. A silent moment of truth. The only one fish and to face Glovisa, she didn't have face to do it.
"The harvest was as much as harvesting a golden cereal field." It's Slyvia. The black merman. As the husband, his wife will be having a harem quite not to his liking.
"It wasn't as you say. Why only one?"
"What comes to Witch Royal Fairy is one on the par with its power. Your power and your familiar power." The Slyvia Merman.
"How about the older sister?"
"It's time for it yet. Rerin, my herb?"
Husband, it's hard to make it here. I never made drinks on the outside outings. A riverside cafe, must I make it here?
"Yes, Rerin. Please make it here."
It has been on Rerin's mind, is the husband can hear her thoughts? He's a fantasy mystical creature of Aurosia Wyris. Many abilities could have gotten through beyond bound off the surface subjects.
Nevertheless, the call now is hushed. "Please don't complain to me come to the taste differs from your liking."
"Fine." Glovisa's smile to his dear little maid.
Rerin's disaster begins in the cafe's kitchen. Hope she's won't blow down the kitchen too much.
The white flame at Glovisa's side. A voice via it, "Your Majesty, the act are finished."
"Alright."
Over 5 minutes, Rerin comes with a green herb cup in her hands carrying it carefully. Afraid of letting it and Glovisa down is not the superb skill of hers when the kitchen is mentioned. Now, she understood her old mother babbling.
The new herb drink made by Rerin has an emollient on Ohami. Its shadow of it dissipates back to where they originate. Leaving is not an option because Crystalize Royal Fairy power locked them here. Fortunate, Witch Royal Fairy has disparate counterattacks of black werewolves. As expected the Ohami and Witch Royal Fairy is served by the Ohami. And she's yet of the Glovisa, The King of Kitsune not the Your Highness The Excellency Asch.
"You haven't tasted it. I'm sorry, I won't make another one next time." Was the fictional character's taste different? Couldn't help being naughty sometimes times!
"No, I had it deliciously." Glovisa's soft smile came in. "Come, Rerin. Time to go the ball."
"Day-time ball?"
Glovisa nodded. "It's the folksy ball. Our attire is well suited for it." Glovisa rose up from the chair.
Glovisa's casual suits are much more attractive to him than the ones he wears on first her eyes fell on him. The royal simplified suit. It eludes the casualty of Your Majesty's elegant design, making him more approachable to the people without any boundary captive their hearts. So many thoughts because he's her husband and she couldn't care less about it.
And, she is, the bride dress adjustment worn. The male servants' service quality top superior to the lady who spends her time at home. The world where the opposition males are servants of the females' servants while females are the males' servants.
Also the fact, they didn't question her about an adjustment, where they know about the 'wife and queen' to the king?
Probably order to obey the command of their lady princess.
A gust of wind comes. Rerin lightly holds still her hair. It's a hairdo she made on the spot because of the time and shortage of things. Further, her servants are men. Very much want to spit the bitter herb she drinking now at the thought.
Really, the reality-based here makes it wholly different from the other books. She can't reason why Kitsune Melodies has it weirdly and she's got it making all the novels she read a waste of time, money, and energy. Another helpless situation she's situated in. Her talking about private matters to the men is quite a courageous outro.
"Are you done?"
Glovisa's voice woke her up. "Yes, I'm."
Bewitched to Glovisa's long, white hair, Rerin could say it's one of her weaknesses now. Unconscious touch to it, she did.
It's, even more, softer in her hand. It's the soft melted liquid jelly-like.
Glovisa's question, Iit doesn't get her hand burn? She touched it with the usual touch. "Should I let you touch more of it later time?" A teased.
"No, thank you." She didn't realize it. But, "Maybe you should."
"As you wish." Glovisa held his hand out.
Rerin takes it at heart's peace.