I take a seat at the princess's window sill and pull out the letter once again.
'If I'm going to stay here, better take advantage of it,' I decide, taking my ink pen from underneath my cloak.
I keep the letter against the wall and write a new addition to it. Then, I slide it back into the princess's room once again.
"Deactivate Gravity Defier." I chant once more to remove my spell.
If I am going to stay here for a while with the General protecting the tower gone, I need to recover my mana. Keeping the Gravity Defier activated would only cause me to lose every drip of magic I have left.
The Guards are scurrying along the alleyways in the distance, trying to reach the King's parade as soon as possible. With the dragon gone, I assume they are thinking that this is an assassination attempt.
I chuckle with a grin upon seeing the fools.
It always feels good, moments like these.
I'm just one elf brewing up a castle with commotion.
I take out the invisible potion from underneath my cloak once more. The glass bottle only contains a very small amount of this rare potion.
With these few drops, it'll be halfway empty.
'It's worth it. Can't let this go to waste after coming so far,' I say to myself, adding three more droplets from the glass tube onto my tongue.
[Invisibility duration increased!]
[Remaining Time: 1 hour, 3 minutes, and 2 seconds]
I sit on the window sill with my shadow cloak blowing in the wind. The wind is somewhat strong up here.
'Hope this stay is worth it, princess.' I tell myself. 'This wayward soul has come to take your virginity.'
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Time passes.
The King's Parade disbands. The guards close the gates to the castle. The hundreds of guards who joined the parade are back in the castle now. The commotion between the royal guard doesn't seize, even after the King has gone back to his throne.
There are still guards running here and there in the alleys, searching for the culprit who has killed Morgana.
I assume that they've discovered that most of their magi drones are missing too.
In the distance, I see the dark knight who nearly caught me, standing at the very peak of a tower. He raises his sword into the sky, and behind him, five more magi knights follows the same action as him.
Strong mana oozes out of their swords. From my own eyes, I observe a mana-negation dragon's birth.
'That knight is powerful… but that spell must've exhausted all of his mana,' I presume, narrowing my eyes.
Right beneath me at the foot of the tower, the King follows along with a woman neatly dressed in a beautiful white dress. There's a white diamond tiara on her head.
She's about 5'8 feet tall, shorter than me. Her hair's a beautiful silver, just like mine. I can't spot her eyes, but her face has all the nice features that could qualify as a princess's beauty.
"Stop following me, Father! It's the March of Muri! I didn't know you would do something like that on this very day!" She shouts, pushing through the doors of the tower.
Behind her, her father, the king follows along with his guard.
He's a huge man with a long white beard. Fitting for a dying old king. He's in remorse.
"Reya! Wait! Child, you're my dearest daughter! Can we not talk this through?" He calls out to the princess. "Come here! Child! Don't be so arrogant!"
"Then stop lying to me, will you!?"
I don't know what this drama is about, but this just means that my timing is perfect. A woman's heart is most vulnerable when that woman is in pain. When that woman could not achieve what she wanted. So, a man must know how to give her what she wants at this most vulnerable moment.
A hand to grab, a chest to keep her head on. An 8-inch dick to relieve her pressure and shut her up when she just keeps talking.
Gladly, I'm the whole package.
I wait for a while, seated at the windowsill. The innocent girl has to step up those long stairs just to reach her room.
Royal life is not as good as they say.
Fling!
The Princess stomps into the room, pushing the door open. She's furious.
'Women, always so moody,' I think to myself.
I'm gazing into the room through the window, waiting for the Princess to pick up the letter. She doesn't notice it. She slams the door shut as the Father arrives at her doorstep and locks it from within.
Arrogant indeed.
"Please, Reya. You must listen! You must marry for the sake of the continuation of our bloodline, my daughter! You are my only heir… you must do this for me, dear." The King utters in remorse, the intensity of his knock gradually receding with his words.
Reya leans against the door and sighs. She falls at the doorstep, embracing her own legs.
"Dad, we shouldn't create more relationships with others. Our Kingdom shouldn't share its throne to the others. I can be a Queen until my man comes to me." She weeps.
"Ha… I don't get you, child." The King steps away from the door. The sound of his footsteps fades down the hallway.
Reya lifts her head, her eyes darkened by the tears. She bites her lip as her eyes meet mine. Gladly, she does not see me. Only I see her crimson eyes.
In her presence, there's something ethereal about her. Fitting for a Queen.
She's big in all the right places too.
"I'm tired of this…" She murmurs to herself, standing up and ripping off the buttons in the back of her dress. She drops the dress to the floor, revealing her sweet and tender skin underneath.
"God, I hate these dresses…" She continues with her complaints, undoing all the braids in her hair and rustling it up to make it a mess. With every movement of her body, the big breasts hanging from her chest move like two balls sliding against each other.
Her vest is the only thing that covers her breasts and her secret garden below. I wonder if she shaves or not. I like it either way.
I feel a sudden thirst crawling up my throat.
Just a simple thirst. Who doesn't when you see those milkers?
With her silver hair in a mess, she stares at the pictures of the handsome men hanging on the walls. "Where are you, my savior?" She asks the pictures.
'I'm right here.' I grin, tapping once in her glass to catch her attention.
"Huh?" Her eyes direct towards the window. "Wait –" She sees the letter. "What's this?"
She walks toward the window and grabs it. I hang myself at the edge of the window, giving her space to fling open those windows when she finishes reading the letter.
A moment passes, a chuckle escapes her lips.
"A man who's brave enough to pass through Dad's guard just to deliver this letter to me?" She starts giggling. "Oh?"
She walks towards the window and opens them wide.
I don't make a move. Not a breath escapes my lips. But I cannot stop grinning.
"Open your window, dear princess. Scream out to the night breeze of March, the time and place," she reads the last line I added to my letter.
"A time and a place, huh? Hm, four days from now, in the morning when the Werewolves weep. Meet me at the wood where a thousand fell. I know I might come off as delusional, but I don't believe in God, my dearest. I know you're a man who walks this Earth. I want to know you. Until then, mwah~ Have my blessing."
She blows a kiss into the air. "See you soon, my dearest."
I grin, lowering my head.
'See you soon, Princess.'
She shuts the windows with a gleeful smile.
I activate Gravity Defier once again. I dash across the wall in a vertical line until I've reached the very peak of the tallest tower of the castle of Muri.
It touches the very clouds of the sky. I am no longer able to see the little beings walking in the alleyways. I climb up to the metal rings built around the mana orb to reach the highest point of the castle.
The wind's strong.
My cloak blows to the intense rhythm of the wind. I gaze into the city in the distance. I could not reach the castle's garden by riding the wind down at the castle walls, but from this point, that is a possibility.
I leap into the sky, yelling "Wind Mount!"
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The Letter to Princess Reya:
"Like the Gale of March, I blow to you.
Your eyes flutter, my heart beats. Dearest Princess, I come across lands far, just to touch the pane of your window. I see how you weep for a Prince from far away. A prince that can satisfy you, a man that can understand your feelings. A godly man who can rule, who desires you.
I might be a stranger, but I am no stranger to love.
We might be strangers to each other, but we have the same desire for love. I assure you, Princess. I can satisfy you in ways no other man can, let you explore realms unbeknownst to man.
I am your Destiny like you are mine.
Fret not to give me a chance, I'm not a sight that can disappoint you like any other.
Open your window, dear princess. Scream out to the night breeze of March, the time and place. I shall be there."