Sitting on the window sill, Rerin untiring gaze to the bed. The night come and she realize it. The day has been nothing and she's in a blank space. After passing the dinner, she locked herself in the bedroom, and her eyes were about the bed and wardrobe.

A full stomach will lead to activities and falling asleep is quite a problem. The expectation is she's going back to waking up in the usual room after sleeping like how now it become a joke she wants to laugh hard.

IT WON'T HAPPEN.

No one was in the house. Where's the lively situation she expected from those novels she has read? And the closet is full of one kind of dress. The kind dresses ingrain people's mouths by saying, 'Are you a bride?'

Bouncing off from the window sill, Rerin's walking to the closet. It's the closet that has no normal clothes. Meaning way as it's, tomorrow morning, it's still the bride dress she'll be wearing. Banging it closed, walking to the bed edge, Rerin plumped herself while the exhaled breath of chilled night. Rolling right and left over and over again and again. Tired of it, 'the bride' stared far into the wall, freeing the mind from the space of thoughts.

Hand grabbing a white soft pillow on the left side, plushies hugging like how she remembered it. Devised tomorrow morning's plan not in her head.

The maids vibing out of that antagonist character maids to the protagonist. Rerin rolled out a welcoming mat for them in less created trouble so she can care less. The perspective of maids bouncing off of followed orders of the masters. It's still the same concept everywhere. It's about the same as the snowflake she looked forward so much to see. Cold the frosted snowflake than it.

It's possible to create it without it melting in the sun? The wind comes breezily from the open-up windows. The billowy curtains ease up the mind to make up choices of streak endless thoughts of the situation. Lie down on her stomach, resting her chin on the pillow, Rerin gazed at the moon. It was not the usual moon she saw. Gradually it'll disappear from the mind replaced by the one.

Moments pass by and her eyes are still on it. The moon itself eliminated the golden color. Rounding up crescent-shaped, white color takes up the space. Rerin's captivated. She sat up and facing up the moon earnestly. Rerin's eyes engraved of it. Momentarily, she loses in moon gravity and it locked her eyes in.

Knocking on the door, Rerin turns still of the moon's eyes. The eyes see a human but a shadow of the beast behind. Werewolf. Black shiny fur, long-haired and soft-silky. Rustled up from bed, step to step to the door, a light touch, and a soft spark around it, Rerin felt hunger longing lingering power endless without quench.

"Lady Princess, please wear bride's dress." Speak to the maid behind the door.

The night moon disappears from the eyes. Retrieved pure golden eyes. Another night dresses? Didn't open up the door, "I'm already wearing one." No question for it. Come again, 'Or was it another one to wear? A question for herself. The next one is for the maid. "I have to change the dress?"

"Whatever pleases you," answered the maid. "I'm here only to instruct you. That's all." The maid clasped her hands and nodding, she left. The blue moon brightened up the dim hallway through a glass window. A crooked smile folded. Black feathers and furs trail in the air behind the maid. It's cold. The night and the people. It wasn't winter come but the breathing is chilled.

"Which dress should I change into?" Naturally eyes to the closet. No matter the dress, the closet has it the same. Tightened lips and fisted hand are frustration. An awkwardness telling her she needs to have normal ones than the trick of helping herself be someone bride. She couldn't have thought she was someone bride with those dresses.

Rerin keeps loitering around fiddling with thoughts. The one worn is not one? Looking at the one she wore, it doesn't a make difference. Adapting to 'Rerin's life is enigmatic. The maids have few words. She can't get the meanings of the fully wholly-grained piece. Ignoring it is what she wants to do. Plumping on the bed, rolled up here and there, the bed getting warm from a crumpled blanket. It's getting hot as the night goes to deeper dark with ticking time. A relentlessly young lady couldn't sleep on the first night in strange land. Putting pillows to the headboard, Rerin leaned back with crossed legs. The hand takes the notebook to the bedside table. It's a normal book but she can't open it. Figuring out it was a book with a key but finding it is a headache. Flip it up, down, left, and right of it, it's a diary-like.

Leaving it as it's, Rerin's eyes far into the night view. Might not sleep until the morning come. As well as wearing the bride or bridesmaid dress at the breakfast table again. Her big regret after the spent day is didn't check out the closet cause house alone tempts the legs to go there and here around. In the end, it was too big to have explored on the first day. The kitchen is a different matter than the rest of the rooms. It's a mess. Is 'Rerin' like to spend time in the kitchen?

Maids didn't neglect the duty relationship. Distance doesn't make them hers. As well as men. The pretty cool figuring out, 'Rerin' nobody but off only her here?

There's knocking again at the door. What is it this time? Checking whether she has changed her clothes or not? Even so, she doesn't have the willingness to change her clothes because they're all the same. Couldn't think she'll be someone's bride of the night or the day. Legs down to the floor but taking the next step is throwing tantrums.

Rerin took the chance letting the maid wait for her. Quite a boss in the house, why not let the subordinate wait a moment? It wouldn't hurt the legs very much. Soon, coming the minutes after minutes, laziness going to mountain up. Rerin exhaled breath. Sleepy eyelids, her body getting heavier to get up, and the door waiting for her to unlock.

Earlier morning, she's easy to open the door with reckless thought. Lips smirked and chuckled naughtily. Thought to do the same in the mind. The night when she couldn't sleep came along with playfulness unwillingly. A flash answer comes to Rerin's mind to question why the kitchen little bit different from others. It's because insomnia drives you to hunger almost the time?

She exerted strength to get her limbs to walk to the door. She's not going to let the maid go away without telling her important stuff to know for the night.

Looking at the time, she doesn't want to open the door. Talking as it's better at night. She doesn't want to see maids' faces or anyone's. Previous Rerin's lonesome needs to be thrown away as soon as she is done adjusting and reasoning why she's waking up in another soul and body.

One and only enough reason not to be a loser to how everything was done previously. Hoping for the last dialogue before going to the bed, she wants to wake up looking fresh through a few hours of sleep. Coming close to the door, yawning is irresistible. Rerin could feel drowsiness drowning her slowly. It's good as she doesn't need to stay awake as dark and deep nights lurks closer.

"Yes?" Tranquility as Rerin's still waiting for a reply. Serene moment of silence. Figure it herself, "It's about the dress?" A soft whisper to herself. Rerin chuckled. The bride's dress.

Silent. No answering voice behind the door. "Miss Maid?"

The two-door panels busted open. Rerin took steps backward abruptly. A little bit surprised. Your Majesty, ...

Glovisa steps up to Rerin bought along of a firm and seducing smile. "Looks like you didn't change into it."

"Your Majesty..." Most likely she refused to do it. The King coming to her without any notice. Rerin peered out behind Glovisa. No maids, only the man alone.

The breeze comes from open-up windows. Glovisa's eyes to it. The two panels bust wide open rather than usual. He's a man of no stingy for a smile. A deceiving one. "How's the night wind? Isn't it cold?"

"I couldn't sleep so I open up the windows to sleep better." Her honesty is unexpected to herself. Talking to the man whose name she doesn't know is unnecessary goosebumps and tremors come. Rerin couldn't question herself having a man easily in the room without questions. To know the name is compulsory by now.

Glovisa walked to the windows. Moon in the eyes. "Rerin, how it's the moon is beautiful in your eyes?" Questioned Glovisa without seeing her. The locked blue moon was luminous in his eyes.

"Isn't it white?" blurted Rerin. Stillness eyes to the moon unbreakable from the salt of the earth type. In hot water, she'll be soon. Another time not too simper but enough to be a pain in the neck.

She needs to break a habit in further blurted something shouldn't have, snug as a bug in a rug when pigs fly. Rerin doesn't want to have a single day where she's at her wits' end. She didn't see the moon during the day when she couldn't find one or have time to decipher everything.

To break the mold forgetting completely another world is to survive first. "It's not. The color is wrong." It's a historic finding a moon of blue and shaped crescent of it is white. Rerin's eyes to Glovisa's eyes. "It's the same as your eyes." The unconscious reflexive touching Glovisa's lower eye fold looking the right answer is in his eyes.

The woman in Glovisa's eyes was very much more alluring to him than ticking seconds. Pinching Rerin's cheeks rallying piece by piece Rerin's perplexing play out of much ordinary. "Your eyes to the moon still you get it wrong? So much amusement on the day when I've my legs going to your bedroom waking you up instead of you coming to me by yourself," asserted Glovisa.

Facing each other, Glovisa's laid-back attitude doesn't mind Rerin of it.

"I see your eyes no different from the one moon in the sky. I didn't wear glasses yet though I've read many books. Trust me, Your Majesty. My vision is clear as a crystal," expressed Rerin. She's babbling nonsense about other life. It couldn't be helped by typical down-to-earth honesty.

"Tell me, dearest," hinted Glovisa.

"It's the bona fide one." Force of habit can't be broken easily. The way is to adjust the sentences accordingly. She wouldn't be lying and honest at two-timing. Certainly, one in Glovisa's eyes or one in the sky, she will see it for the rest of her life.

Rerin's wear the type of dress catches Glovisa's eyes. "It's not a bride dress?" asked Glovisa. The long prepared many dresses before the engagement.

Is getting investigated like a criminal for the dress another usual nonsense? Rerin wants to keep dialogue short because sleepiness has its way. "Was it not?"

"Why aren't you wearing the bride's dress when you're the bride herself?"

"I'm going to sleep not to be someone's bride. It's night." Rerin's eyes to the moon. Trying to tell the King it's the night when people should be in the bed and sleep.

"Do you think so?" Glovisa's hands wrapped around Rerin's waist.

Glovisa's forehead to Rerin's with closed eyes. "The moon's wish come quickly and unexpectedly. You're my wife with no one has thought about it."

What the man's nonsense at late of the night? Sure, he's not coming here to voice twaddle weirdly. "I don't know pieces of your saying."

"The moon's wish supposed better done quicker. Let's not have menacing come by delaying it."

"What's it?" Though she's always carefree but Glovisa's seriousness has meaning behind it though she didn't want to know notwithstanding the affairs related to her. She has an aim and a purpose.

"You need to change into a bride's dress. Follow-up will come soon," order of the King.

'Your Majesty' out of the intention to back off.