Rerin's checking Your Majesty, apparently the husband. Since after tie vows in kitsune's bride dress, the King hasn't uttered a single word. She doesn't understand the ceremony. Rather, The Queen couldn't guess it but it's still better to the devil you know than the devil you don't know.

"How do you like the night of the Kitsune?"

Comes the man's voice to her ears. Its assured feelings blew away thoughts he didn't care for she's wants wait upon the moon at night. The night feels longer than the morning should have come sooner making her dutifully stepping into the abyss of beast.

The touch between her foot and the grass is not much cold as she thought it would be. It's the same in the morning. Have her legs has grown longer? The thought it almost reached the ground is quite a surprise by sitting on the window sill?

"It's little bit of your ability, my dearest Queen."

Never trust the man who spoke like that. He's much sweeter than the sugar cane and chocolate.

Woman's guard on the alert.

"How it...?"

"Seems like they're catering noisily of the point of tearjerker when I'm the one who supposed to pillages anything about you as of now."

Rerin's loss words. More than words, she's speechless. "Your Majesty?"

"The servants," said Glovisa.

And Rerin sees no servants in the sight. On the bed and sleep is the nature of the night. Servants wake up much earlier to prepare a presentation done exquisitely not bringing shame to the dignity of the master of the house.

The only not sleeping one is walking around because she's a wife to the King. It's not much hard not to believe it.

What nonsense in the book she hadn't read?

She's waking up with no one to believe and no aide to talk to. Everything's coming to get her splendidly.

"How about questions and answers? It's to chase boredom." Glovisa's index finger to Rerin's nose. "I have seen the face of no nothing tiny bit to do."

Dynamic honesty personality likewise, she's calculating angles aimed at the beginning.

Dear wife tender eyes to husband letting out a question of intention, "How I'm be chosen to be your wife?" It feels like a stupid question.

"I'm wonders as finally; you have thought about it." Glovisa crossed his arms. "The Royal and the Clans are having crossing themed jokes about children's marriage in centuries."

Centuries? Maybe her ears catching the words wrong. The windy breeze could it blew it innocently.

"It's you for me and your older sister for my younger brother."

Rerin curiosity sparks Glovisa's concern. Sadly, the little lady is erased of the past.

Nothing in the mind of the bride but the processed info. Older sister and younger brother? Crossing theme? Was it...?

"Errin," said Glovisa. "Her name is pronounced almost same as your name."

An older sister. Rerin less guarded about what kind of person the elder sister is.

Glovisa's eyes facing up to the moon. It halved into half blue and white. "What gift do you want?"

A gift? Following night, her husband didn't show his virility on the first night. By eyes' judgment, the man doesn't seem to force himself on others. By the vow to the moon, Rerin dissembles blossoming love easily.

"No payment to take it?" muttered Rerin in low voice.

"How do you want to pay? I'm fine to accept of all kinds of payments," teased Glovisa. He knows sentences weren't supposed to get out of her mouth but for someone who didn't talk for long, its inevitableness was visibly clear. The King of Kitsune was never blind in figuring little hearts and minds knowing it backward and forwards.

Rerin very much wanted to laugh. It sucks. It's hindering a knee-jerk reaction.

"Why don't you laugh? It's fine to laugh," said Glovisa. A tender smile is deceiving. Of dear wife, it's a different matter of the smile. It's the sincere allured smile of getting her caged in his possession. Thousand years old King of Kitsune, passion for knee high to a grasshopper burn of the butterflies of little fire.

Rerin's scrutiny eyes of Glovisa, peerless pulchritude is not singular but plural keen mind and heart to see and read the people. Then, Rerin was more into her pedigree. A spick-and-span beauty, such it a little disappointment for herself.

The shoulder drooped.

"Not doing it now, you might not be doing it later. It'll become never." Again. the kind act from dear husband.

The sinking words into a tender passion with each sentence, word, and act.

A small laugh comes to Glovisa's ears. It frees her of tiny little burdens accumulated. Rerin's hands covered the mouth slowly lowered, and faded along the laugh.

"Do you need a little nudge?" asked Glovisa.

"Give me my gift," said Rerin. Wrong sentences in the head and the spitted out.

"Tell me. What do you want or how you want it to be?"

"I couldn't think."

"I see," replied Glovisa. He's trying to mitigate The Queen's little sheepishness. "Let's have a magic since it's a long time celebrated a birthday since you lived here."

Today is her celebrated birthday???

Glovisa's lips were on Rerin's cheek. A soft kiss. "It lasts a long time."

What gift it's she doesn't have a mean. Could it be the magic, lasting a long time in a bag?

"Happy dear birthday. Happy nineteenth birthday, dear queen, and dear wife."

"Yes, thank.... you...??" Confusion in the brain? "It's my 19th celebrated birthday...?"

"Yes. Why are you surprised at it?"

She's young by ten years? "I'm 29 years old...?" Mistake! "No, it's surprising I'm 19 years old  already." Don't know what she's babbling about again but to save herself. is. "It has been a long time." Eyes to the right. Does dear husband know about deceiving arts as her deceive him?

"In time you're confined in a palace mansion-like, six years passed by and I came the moment engagement was mentioned. It's the call for the wedding. Nevertheless, uniquely it's unnecessary by now." Vividly the ceremony comes to Glovisa's mind. He's doing nothing on occasion except filing the glass over and over again. "Such a tedious thing," remarked Glovisa. It's the complaint to himself.

None of it was on Rerin's head. She's 19 years old? She woke up, sees her face in the mirror, it was her face when she was 19 years old. The face of 19 years old and was way younger than how it was before is on cloud nine. She's a lady, after all. No time for it, but she's let it slip her fingers this time.

"Why do I live here?" The most important thing she wants to know by outline she was all alone and not or never taken care of.

Guessing Your Majesty should know under his's belt the apple of his eyes riding on three important positions: fiancée, queen-to-be, and wife-to-be.

She doesn't feel like doing homework for it. She didn't get things at a snail's pace for minutes nor did her abilities put the brakes on it.

"You're..."

"Or the reason why I'm here?" It's a naughty question kind of like. Glovisa's eyes realize Rerin of her mistake. "You're welcome for answering it." Building up comfortableness by letting her hair down. A warm sweet smile exuded is proof it's from the heart.

Cheeks blushed puckishly as usual. To have a kind of feeling after the middle night is very warm and easing.

"12 years old. Your age when you started living here."

A very young age. Continuous analytical is in her head.

"Was it have been12 years old of time I have started to live here?"

"Rerin...?"

She cracks herself up. So much empressements she has experienced next to the man. No, Your Majesty. No, that's not right either. It's the King.

The mind of hers that's unwilling to not admitting the calls previously is now the husband. The ceremonial of the moon proved it's the truth though she doesn't whether it's absurdity right or not an absurdity to her head. She chose to be silent and watch how things will go in many directions, from the vow's tone to the kitsune's moon. What's else impossibility not to believe since it's fantasizing magic?

"You estranged from your parents. It's likely you're being naughty in childhood. I received the news on your departure day."

Rerin's parents. The kind people from the book. Now then, wherefore it the seeking answer is by the meet between themselves.

She was sent to a house where it's no one but her. They couldn't have sent her here without a guardian taking care of every need. Zero possibility. She's good at math calculating things easily like a piece of cake. A little proud at the moment thinking. Snobbish and smudging of herself painted on the face.

No embarrassing embarking on as for her husband's quick furtive glance. The kid managing to do all the things by herself at age brew a superior-high-quality lady.

Rerin sighed a breath.

The guardians are, could it be the maids? But the maids were too far of distance as they don't talk about the relationship between the handmaid and the lady. Whispered a few words like the wind and begone like the wind.

It's 12 years old. She remembers the book vaguely about numbers and years. Rerin's 12 years and she reads it also until Rerin is 12 years old.

Ugh... the tiredness of figuring it out. Coming here, the brain forgets many things and remembers them again, exerting her strength.

Rerin squatted down, releasing the stress after Glovisa talked through her hat. Her index finger fiddling with black jewelry long chain of hand accessory lace. A glowed smile and chuckle enticed her face.

"I don't understand my woman like much turning everything into fun things easily?"

Rerin's eyes are quick to Glovisa's face. Glovisa's face is of an unfaded smile. "A little cute to touch." She doesn't whether she talked to herself but one time, she wants someone to hear her. The room wasn't much of the girl. A plain room. The thought of gearing up decoration gliding the lily in mind.

Poor little girl did not know much about the outside world and was treated disdainfully like a worthless piece of rug. Still, old rug was used frequently and diligently over again for it to become an old rug that's precious for its continuous use.

As wave coming to shore and splash beach sand, a question of doubting of loyalty of heart and mind craved the personality of the man in eons time is, ...

"Why have you never come visited the fiancée over the six years I'm here?"

Who can have a trust of who neglected his duty as one?

"I'm a wonder to forget about it. I'm the King to get busied about the newborn baby that's most time you're sleeping or sucking milk from your mother's breasts, dear," grinned Glovisa. His hand brushed softly Rerin's cheeks. Chasing away the cold wind from her face.

She's having pink blushes and flustered face. To hide is behind shrewd in simple sentences, 'A young king?'

"Have you crowned a young age?"

"Simply, Rerin, ask me about my age. How old I am?" Glovisa made the call. A childlike smirk on his face.

She doesn't want to guess the husband is fifty or it's hundreds of years old. It'll put her between a rock and a hard place. "Possibly, hundreds ... years old?"

She doesn't want to emit internal screaming of marrying a husband who is ageless.

"I don't want to answer a reluctant random guessing."

Rerin's smiled. "Bet it hundreds or thousands of years old, I'm fine with it. The plot is fresh."

"I see."

"Yes, at least you're not as old as oldies grandpas, I see." Rerin circled her hands around Glovisa's neck. Bringing her face closer to him. She's being naughty alluded.

"The appearance is much important to you than any subjective significance things internally and interior."

"Precious thing is an adornment coming of thousands of years old to keep for long time."

"You're wrong. I'm not thousands of years old yet. A thousand years old."

"Let's call the great progenitor Kitsune is you. It suits you more than the King of Kitsune," joked Rerin.

"It's fine. It wasn't a bad call..."

Rerin giggled. Of course. She knows because she also wasn't the one the royal family wants. They threw her because she's a witch fairy. Glovisa's kiss opened the La Mon door and there are pervious traces of who's Rerin previously.

The older sister was the one.

Glovisa takes notice of it. "What's with quietness, Rerin?"

"I don't want to sleep till the morning comes."

"Let's not to as it your wish."

"What to do, Your Majesty?" She wishes to use the brain first before uttering words. No plays could be created out of anything.

"What do you want right now?"

Rerin couldn't think.

A kiss. "It's a long night kiss." Her soft lips on Glovisa's lips tenderly as much as tender feelings of amorous and passion burning slowing down the time.

It greedily sugary sweet kiss for the man's eternal life sealed of heart and mind owned by the fairy but terrific witch.