“Why are you spacing out precious timely missing out on gem in the morning? It’s the time to sharpen your senses," said Glovisa with his gentle eyes reflected on the silver knife blade in his hand. 

In the possibility of the world, it's one its of kind manner, the knife was put down or thrown down with loud clanking sound. Is the man in front of her is psycho she going spent her time with and the if probability is yes, is she's safe in about waking up to the destined one?

The point of the novel having relish point for villainess as usual???

She's going to forget it all about how one should behave at the table taking breakfast. Manners, it doesn't matter in another world. Calmness comes after the food goes down to the stomach. Like rusty gears when the oil is applied, everything starts to work well, speaking literally.

"The meals are delicious," said Rerin. Should at least to say thanks. Though it's a much doubting word now.

The King smiles in a scoffing way. "As you captured the soul second I lay my eyes on you, should I say I anything more delicious than you?"

His Majesty the King's words likely  blowing away as if a passing breezing breeze to Rerin's hearing. The lady's busy taking the foods into the mouth apart of the young king's silver hair caught her eye's attention again. A man has such long hair and her eyes seem glued to it. An enchanment. Following behind the man along since earlier, her eyes analytical about hair. A charming attraction makes a single hair structured light, shining, glossy, and silky-smooth. It blows because of the wind through opened windows, to touch it is inevitably an ineluctable yearning. A glittering of ice frost particles flowing waved lightly. A plain trick to the eyes?

The heart and mind collide together having joy in the morning. Rerin lets the confounded feelings have their way since magic have it than making it messier enough about the day she wakes up in someone else's room?

Also magic of novel, about a question why she walks without slippers at her feet?

The young looks, handsome, beautiful face also gorgeous body line, but whiter hair color, a naughty question locked and jailed in her heart but the face's smirking, want to ask how long you have lived?

The hair length was more than the waist could be, he takes off the hair band? He tied it in a ponytail but it's down to bottomless. Comparison between worlds where white fur is white enough but his is whiter than it. Coming from excellent breeding? Sound like an animal. Sure, fantasy has a limit.

A poker face won't work for the type anything on her mind is easily carved on the face. Her continuous fondly for the hair for far she doesn't know of, the King is the husband.

"You're eating well in the groove is pleasing. Should I make more as much as you like adamant?"

"Ah, yes. You should." It was for the previous Rerin but now, it's meant for her as well. "I'm well. Last night's sleep could be I'm on breakfast meals in a good manner." No reason. It's for the stomach to need to be filled regardless of the manners and feelings a 'lady' should have.

"The reason? I thought you wanted to cut it down because of unfit clothes lately. You have and I heard the complaints about it."

Clothes? She sees herself fit as it's. What about the clothes? Is it the previous ones she wears???

About her clothes... Her clothes??? The man in front of her magically listen to her speaks about it... what the...

How many milestones have stretched far wide to the horizon? It won't come down certainty not be glossed over is no one knows her better than him. She couldn't bang her head on the table right now but had a plan to do it  when the man was out of sight.

No existing relationship is a lie. It's the clothes she wears every day.

"I'm having a dream waking up in another world. I'm eating to forget it all." It's not. Thanks to otaku traits, helpless feelings weren't much to hope she wasn't the female lead in the book. Otherwise, those waking up ladies in another world as female antagonists and be protagonists won't help.

"What about some more breakfast?"

Her inner monologue speaks, 'Don't kill me with breakfast.' Looking at the food on the plates, she could save it for elevenses or brunch, and lunch. People won't get hungry so much in the morning and she doesn't get as much delight for foods. The cold at the feet from grass dew is moisture-driven coolness that does not seem to be in winter or summer.

"My clothes are fine as they are. I will see it again."

"I see. Do tell me when you want to change the clothes in intervals times."

An ignorant response. "Where's the chef you mentioned?" A house of no shadow single silhouette of a person on the way. It's impossible such a house didn't have servants to manage it. The other is, why she asked a dubious question. Where should he not the kitchen?

"A question?" asked Glovisa.

"I remember says the chef will have a breakfast alone will I not come earlier."

"It's me. To forget it, was it because your dream taking your memories away?"

Fanciful joke. It's light and takes the mind blowy with easiness. She's giggled. "Could it be taking away everything. Tell me about it."

Will helpless apparent tricks work?

Putting down both knife and fork on each side simultaneously. Clacking sounds at the touch of metal and silverware break the dawn tranquility at the rise of sunrise and its moderately hot.

Glovisa taking a ticking second carved about everything on dear wife's face of lips, cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead covered by straight bangs, and ears deeply into the eyes. The face enticed glow, radiant, glossy, luminous, and soft structured at every inch. The heart feels meaning differently comfortableness within herself forgotten usual ignoring she gave to him though siding side by side frequently.

"Say my name, will you?"

Silence passed for a few seconds yet my mind got it far stretched to a thousandth years' time. God's honest truth is, "I don't know your name." It's a high road while the man will be in high dudgeon.

Silence.

Glovisa cupping Rerin's face, putting his face closer to hers, his lips whisper soft icing a in a beguiling low voice to Rerin's ear, "Your Majesty."

A vamp by inveigling touch in the morning, butterflies coming down to Rerin's stomach. A joke regardless of the flow of time doesn't make it an old one. "Oh, …" The chain broke. Continuous words are not in the head.

About clothe she wore now, "I'll dress well tomorrow morning." Might as well do it for the rest of her life. It's supposed to be the day but waking up bizarre. Putting an end to shamelessness is high time.

Rerin's dress into Glovisa's sight. The white dress. Tonight's seventh night. "It's something to look forward tomorrow." The wife in the bride's dress is in weeks' time is customary for engagement. Its lineage prestige at no time to be overlooked coming ceremonial ceremonies. He didn't care much about it, only Kitsune busied themselves with things.

Glovisa's eyes to gate entrance. Maids come in with hands holding a few baskets. Quite an unexpected harvest. Rather than greeting, the maids and men made their way to another pathway of the mansion and disappeared. They come out a moment later.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." By four of them.

"How it's?" Glovisa's voice sharp penetrates coldness.

Rerin's dumbfounded by words. 'Your Majesty???'

Wish it was all a lies!!!

She didn't get complicated plots, plans, and schemes but read them!!! It's royal high and up the road and she's got caught wonderly in it.

One of the maids gives a white silk feather to Glovisa. There are characters she couldn't get the mind to apprehend. Curiosity naturally comes. Should she understand them naturally?

"They're looking forward to seeing Imperial Lady back in the palace." Both of them see eye to the eye.

A stunning bad joy expressed!!!

Palace!!!??? The place where the choices turned one life to torturing hell or heavenly hell depends most on the wording and ways of exorcising the power and authority. The place where people wore the mask most. Hidden visages conveyed heartened veracity in colors other than black and white. Natural is grey. Cognizance setting up lore began in ancient times.

She's going to that place so soon? Is she not even leaving footprints traced at the 'new house' yet?

"It's the reason why you ladies are late?" Rerin could feel she was shaking in anger and fumes. Next time, dear ladies doesn't need to go anywhere.

Glovisa had suppressed a quiet laugh. 'Ladies?' Rerin is amusing in her tone and words on the day she's late to the breakfast table.

"Apologies, Lady Princess. Today, the stall selling your favorite fruit is nowhere to be seen. Could be the owner is taking a vacation from her business."

The trick of the eyes her eyes again? Abstracts of black and red waves circling drifted and waved from head to toe. Plain aesthetics did her fly off the handle.

"Should the stall owner know who likes eating the fruit she sell, it's doubtful she'll take a day off." The other one answered.

Well, it's none in Rerin's mind.

Lady Princess and Imperial Lady. What's the title could give her? "That's fine. Let's take a break from it."

"You'll do no strolling today?" A question from the maid.

"Slept well last night makes me want to rest well more." A smile to Glovisa. "Your Majesty, it's fine?"

She doesn't want to do any activities to come today. The reason for asking a permission.

Glovisa nodded. Quite a temperament Rerin shows him. How the woman cleans as a hound's teeth will give sadness as a hound dog's eye to eyes who see her as prey.

A reeling up revenge. "It's fine to have a break," says Glovisa. He takes a white vinery glass filled with lychee clear juice. Lips at the glass rim, head tilted up, Adam's apple moves up and down to the gulped drink.

A little bit at the bottom left, putting the glass foot down swiftly, tapping bowl glass, pure water trickles out from the bottom mixing and embedding both colors. Glovisa's small smile right on sculptured assuage.

Glovisa's hand on the chin. His eyes glancing at the diamond-silvered engagement ring on her ring finger. Should he take it off now? The engagement ring...

"I want to have time to look at the books." An excuse.

Men at Glovisa's sides said nothing. Standing with deep eyes are far away.

Never is she curious about fruit 'Rerin' like eating so much. "Let's have a taste of it later." Previous Rerin's rich leisure in the blossoming morning.

"Later?"

"Uh, …" That's in her head. Spit it out accidentally because she can't take a break from spouting out whatever is in her mind in recklessness's habit. The problems could spout from it now on.

Surviving, one needs to take care of the mouth first in case a little chick being pecked by a rooster or hen easily. Reading only 20 pages of the book gives Rerin the reason to have predominance supremacy to protect herself from pieces of evil. Imperial Lady is the atypical title for princess, queen, or empress. Kitsune Melodies got it aberrant.

Whether she's going toward the book as directed or going inversely but having it in divergent ways is the safest. Next time, she buys a book, let's straight away turn the last page and see the ending. Bold tenacity and courage upon abstract waves of the blue and golden color of the moon.

It's cracked into half in the mind. Where to find carte blanche time loitering around at bookshops and reading them?