"Noooo!"
Prince Kairav wakes up from sleep. He should have slept well after winning the war against the Leguke country. But what happened to the prince that night was so sad. Yes, the dream came again.
The dream that caused hallucinations seemed to haunt him every night. The dream that made his heart ache every time successive events came to disturb the calm.
His strong shoulders looked up and down, holding his breath short. Sweat poured almost all over his body. The dream felt so real, haunting his deep sleep again and again. His big hands clenched tightly to reveal the tightened veins.
Brak!
The two guards standing in front of the bedroom door weren't surprised when the door was opened roughly. This isn't the first time their prince has woken up in the middle of the night.
"Prepare the sword!" Prince Kairav ordered the two guards, who immediately nodded.
The man with a firm jaw with ocean blue eyes walked quickly towards the hall where he always played swords. It is an open secret among soldiers, that Prince Kairav vented his frustration by honing his skills in playing this long, thin weapon.
The trained soldiers immediately got ready and ran to the training hall. They have to endure Prince Kairav's madness as usual. In fact, not infrequently the prince would torture and kill state traitors, or enemies who sneaked in. He did all that without the knowledge of the king. His unstable emotions made him have to try hard so as not to worsen his image in front of his father.
"I hope the prince will marry soon," whispered one of the soldiers to his friend. They are walking hastily following other colleagues.
"Yes. You are right. I also hope that after marriage she will stop this madness. I'm afraid one day I will die at the edge of his sharp sword," replied the other.
Soon they arrived at the training ground. The dimly lit room made their eyes have to be observant.
Prince Kairav is ready with his usual armor and sword—not his oversized sword. The chosen warriors immediately surrounded the Kairav prince with swords in their hands. Even though there had never been any casualties, they were still worried that one day the prince would get out of control and end up injuring them.
"Put all your abilities in," said Prince Kairav in a flat and cold voice. His domineering figure immediately makes the guts of anyone who becomes his opponent shrink instantly.
All soldiers take a position ready to surrender. So is Prince Kairav. His eyes, sharp like an eagle, glanced from all sides. While his legs slightly move while evading the opponent's attack.
"Hyaaa!"
Several warriors immediately attacked at the sight of perfection.
The sound of clashing swords was deafening. Prince Kairav continues to draw and attack. Sometimes he backs off or jumps to avoid counterattacks. One against twenty warriors is no easy feat. Show absolutely no fear. He was even crazier when those people were unable to match the power of his sword.
Sraaak!
Brug!
Ting!
One of the warrior's swords was split into two. Then, with a kick from the leg, the soldier staggered back several meters. Spontaneously, everyone stops the attack, including prince Kairav.
"Your horses must be stronger. If you continue like that, then the enemy will easily defeat you in just three moves."
After saying that, Prince Kairav threw the sword that was in his hand carelessly. Then he opened the armor and just walked away.
All the soldiers looked down feeling sarcastic about what was said by Prince Kairav. They were too complacent with the victory they had just obtained, so it was trivial that the opponent's attack could come at an unexpected time. It made them realize that that night Prince Kairav was just testing. To what extent can they be called a true warrior?
Such is human nature. It's easy to get carried away with something that looks beautiful. It is easy to be tempted by results that are not eternal. Then, her lust is driven to be proud of herself without trying to maintain her achievements.
***
Adelia is still crying over her unfortunate fate. In two more days she will become the prince of Northrop's wife. The position that all the girls in Northrop coveted and coveted. There are even some girls outside of Northrop who also want prince Kairav. Maybe only Adelia is the only woman in the world who doesn't want to be the prince's companion.
"What are you crying about, Adelia?" asked her father.
Adelia saw the entire living room in her house, which was full of goods sent from the palace. A gift from the royal family for their future son-in-law. There is no small amount of jewelry. There are also dresses made of white swan feathers. Also, the shoes that Adelia herself didn't know what material she was made of.
Adelia's brother stepped towards the box containing the dress. Carefully, he took the dress and unfolded it. "Wow. This dress is very beautiful," he praised in amazement.
Yes. It is a wedding dress. The material was made from the feathers of a goose belonging to one of the witches from the land of Zoira. A land untouched by anyone except King Northrop and a few others. Around the waist are fifty ornate pearls of dark green color, obtained from a pet clam belonging to King Bogue, cousin of the king of Northrop.
And the most eye-catching is the lace at the bottom of the dress. It looks like a Jovvui flower that only grows under a mysterious waterfall. Everyone in Northrop knows the story about the Jovvui flower. But no one has ever been able to find the place.
Adelia's father, who came from the viscount nobility, certainly knew what those flowers looked like. He had seen one when he was a child. And so sure that what adorns her daughter's wedding dress is the rarest flower.
"This is a Jovvui flower," said the man.
Show Adelia and her son.
"Really?" Andrew looked enthusiastic and took notice of the dress, which was indeed very beautiful. In contrast to Adelia, who remained unmoved.
"What is the beauty of that flower?" Adelia muttered while wiping her tears.
Adelia's father smiled and brought the dress closer to his daughter. "You want to know how beautiful this Jovvui flower is?"
The dress was then hung near the window, then the room lights were deliberately turned off.
Magic. The Jovvui flower at the bottom of the dress glowed purplish. It was like a decorative lamp that was so beautiful in the dark. Then he turned the light back on. This time he splashed water on the dress. It didn't take long for such a fragrant aroma to waft from there.
Adelia was silent. It was like a dream. How could there be such a beautiful and fragrant dress?
"Come on." His father looked dissatisfied.
He took Adelia out of the house with the dress. Then spread the white dress under the moonlight.
In an instant Adelia covered her mouth.