The quill pen tapping on thick paper invigorates irritation as time passes. Glovisa's grey eyes been to clock same counting glowing murderous aura. A little exercise. Morning comes and the misty dew is going to be foggy. The sphere ambiance is quite not to his liking.

His grey eyes are quick on the trigger to the door of the smell similar nature to Rerin's. The transfix eyes prevented Rerin's servant from knocking on the door. He put his hand on the chest, speaking while nodding his head.

"Your Majesty My King."

"Yes?"

"My King, it's the letter."

The King's hand stops tapping quill pen at once. His eyes gently to the door. "A letter?" A smile on his lips. 'The coming of male lead is soon.'

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Give it to dear Queen. Let her deal with it herself. Put it on the bedside table. She'll give it to me by herself." As the order, flipping of quill pen as much as excite as his mind for Queen's first task. Flashing back at the Queen's greediness lasted a long time. Glovisa could feel sore lips and kiss bites. A long night's kiss as she says. A long kiss on a long night. Demanding kisses keep going on running out of time.

Hesitant is by servant's procrastination second's time but the order is obeyed. "Yes, Your Majesty." The male servant sighed.

"Please dear servant, beware of your sigh is thunderous."

Kitsune's nature. They don't like noise. Not the slightest noises. Other kindreds call Kitsune the being of the silenced. "Yes, Your Majesty the King."

Taking backward a few steps, a 90-degree bow, and the servant left.

He'll see the letter at the breakfast table. How's the letter in the Queen's hand get unrevealed? Glovisa's soft smile he's drawing delineation of witch's bleeding hands holding the kitsune's neck.

A misty fog dissipates. The green hill was lined up with tall, abundant leaves, big trunks, and willowed vines trees quarter of it in Glovisa's eyes. Sleepiness will soon come. He didn't have a wink of sleep after a long satisfactory night on dear fairy witch's side.

A cat nap will be enough while waiting for the wake-up of little fairy. Glovisa's eyes to the white clock on the wall. Never did he pay attention to it but by wind brought the news, the ears heard the wife hang it.

Tired eyelids come to the call to rest. Glovisa leaned back on the chair and rested his face on the hand.

The ticking sound disappears from Glovisa's ears.

On the other side of the house, servant's walking and knocking on the door didn't wake Rerin up. Out of usual, when lady princess would awake of few meters walking sound. Quietly of opening door, servant's eyes on figure sleeping soundly on the bed. Figurative smile in his eyes.

The Lady Princess relaxed sleeping manners while wearing the bride's dress of the night, ... a long pause. The differences in the dress catch the eyes of the male servant. The acquirement about a singular bride's dress gets shutting down by lady princess's calm and peaceful sleeping face. The matter to servant is the master of his, Lady Princess, having deep sound asleep unlike days of many years. Wishing for no disturbance airing in the room more, he put the letter on the bedside table as the king's wish.

Lady Princess's rustling comforting herself to the left side whilst hand taking a pillow to hug a little bit surprised him. Zero lingering in the room, the servant left closing the door in silence. Lady Princess's deep sleep along smiling lips of a good dream.

The servant again stands in front of a closed door, reporting back to his king. "Your Majesty, I've done so you wish it."

Finishing, taking few steps backward, a 90-degree bow, and the servant left.

Inside the room, little Kitsune is on Glovisa's shoulder. Moving back and forth between his shoulders. "Your Majesty, Your Highness the Excellency Asch's guardian came to bring a letter to the Queen."

"Your brain is still functioning as usual yet after a long slumber. As well great skill flaming flame to the heart."

"Observing little King of Kitsune is my duty. A thousand years is one day the birth of a human baby. Who allows you to be idle and idling around? As long I'm here, my order could be your order, little King."

Little beastie is small in Glovisa's eyes. His grey eyes grew darker. "A cute figuring for human toys will be you, dear Kitsune?"

"The snub has its time. Asch's little guardian comes here without greeting the lord master and the King, how about slaying its neck next time?"

"The wolf belongs to the royal family. I don't want to get involved in royal-entangled spiderwebs. An order to Asch and he'll do as you wish."

"Brotherly kin to brotherhood…"

Cika didn't finish it. Glovisa's snapped the sentences.

"Take care of your mouth."

"Kitsunes' mouth always on orders of killing thorough witched seductions and the mouths bores no responsibility for it."

Kitsune running rampant and the King lets it be.

"It's not other than you're learning and teaching by troth."

"The Queen has to wake up, doesn't it? The witch fairy Queen?"

The two noble baby girls were born. Each is titled Imperial Princess and the other is titled, Imperial Lady. They're both with royal fairy Myst Twins power. The letter looking forward Rerin to the Palace was no other than a ceremony of declaration of royal fairies out of it being fairest.

Time awakened by hate, loathes, and unfairness is the usual game of beating each other to the tiniest scrapped by means they holding it off the wink of the eyes. The degraded title for Rerin cause her the witch-hidden black heart whose power powerhouse over the Crystallize Fairy Royal, they definitely couldn't have her in the royal family's nest.

The 'why' reason Rerin was here at the age of 12 years old. Her department years ago is confirmation hider her of the predators' eyes.

The letter from the parents asks him also about the arrangement within the arrangement.

"Yes, she's." Glovisa's finger to the little beast's nose. "Back to where you're coming from."

Flamed white and blue, the beast disappeared going into Glovisa's hair. My queen? By the heart owned and possessed by the Ohami.

The twin brothers who sinisterly ruled the two clandestine persuasive and efficacious clans in Aurosia Wyris.

Rather than it, Rerin is still on the bed. "I've to get her by myself as well as see the letter." A smile has never left the King's lips since last night's day. A helpless grin over the games bringing on riddles and puzzles once again not furthest from another war.

Unlike usual nothing to look forward to, Glovisa's striding walks to the room. As for a wife who sleeps over the sunrise, it becomes one of his main duties to wake her up. While Glovisa's hand is on the door handle, his eyes are the color of the door. Wondering if white cream longer suits the witch fairy Rerin very well. The thought came with a small and slight smile.

Rerin's small little figure still asleep with both arms over her head while the blanket is crumpled at the side imprinted in Glovisa's eyes. The more details in his eyes are pillows on the floor. The kitsune bride's dress, she'll wear for another week before she can take it off.

Glovisa's moves to the windows. An evocation of white flame engulfs Glovisa's being, bringing himself to sit on the window sill, he's sitting crossed his legs. Fingers click and the window lock, clacks open. The sharp loud sound annoys Rerin getting in her morning peace way. What time is it? Disturbing people's peace in the early morning.

"The sunrise will over soon, it's not the time to wake up yet?"

It's not time to work yet. "A moment. I'll soon." She's back to sleep after muttering barely heard to ears sentences.

"Do you want to see outside and the town? I think it's time for it."

The town? Where? Heavy eyelids and sleepiness. The thing coming into the view after she opened her eyes is a light white floral chandelier hanging on the ceiling. A question comes, why sleep like she's having done monstrous house chores?

"Wife, Rerin, I make an exception today to wait for his wife. Soon, you'll have to wait for your dear husband. That's the rule. Now, get up in an instant and I'll see you later."

It's here! His woman woke up instantly. Your Majesty the King. Husband! Looking around, her eyes locked on the window sill. "Yes, Your Majesty." She's the wife who doesn't know her husband's name.

She didn't see him because the curtain was blowing but the silhouette gave peace to Rerin's mind. The translucent figurine posing poise sitting posturing graceness has it like a delicate statue. She wanted to touch it and caged it in her hands, by no means ever letting it go for eternity.

Rerin straightens her back. Calmness comes down in a second. Rerin released and exhaled breath from tensing up. "I'll come in seconds."

Rerin tosses the blanket away and second, her eyes on the window sill, Glovisa is not there. The curtains blew with no silhouette to see.

He couldn't have jumped off from the window?

A question to ask him, does she go outside also wearing that one kind of clothes? The dress. The bride dresses to be specific. In case she wears it going outside, a few points could be added as of tripping, stumbling, and falling apart the shoes? She has been walking without it on her feet and has no question about it. Must she do rummage in the closet to see to find one?

Not much to dress up because the room wasn't for one. Must again she be walking around going on rounds like a pauper and homeless woman on the street as the Queen and someone wife? Anything her eyes see; an adjustment will do the best.

Rerin's ears catch knocking on the door. Dear husband's feeling like he's want to enter through the door? "Come in…" paused. She remembers about the door she has to open by herself.

Legs down to the floor. She walk one step to it, stop when the door opened by manservant.

"Lady Princess," he said.

"Yes," replied Rerin. The other question didn't come and the mouth didn't open to say it. Quite surprise for a manservant to come to a lady's room.

"It's time to help you dress up," he said again.

Rerin's was puzzled by sentences. Riding on it out of curiosity and taking things adversely, she asked a question probably she's already had vague answer. "Why?"

"I'm your man servant, Lady Princess."

Rerin's awkward smile and laugh. "My servant is ...???" A male??? Her's maids are men? A harsh broken reality for someone who spent time reading books thinking it's the same as whoever waking up in the isekai world.

In speedy, Rerin get grip over everything. Maids coming last night were Glovisa's and she's coming on his orders. Knowing her like the back of his palm. The probable reason, he knew in some way she didn't wear the bride's dress, and the report came from peachy red lips. Morning time, come the services of the real showing who's who belongs to who.

Rerin's shoot straight to the question, "Where are the shoes?"

"You don't wear them, Lady Princess. All year, you walked without shoes on."

The feet without stains, scars, or stretches didn't wear shoes for years? "No need to dress me up today. I'll do them myself." A timely time for previous and precious skills come in handy.

Servant's eyes to letter. It's on the King's order. "Lady Princess, there's a letter for you."

"What letter?"

"It's on your bedside table."

The letter on the hand switched. She remembers the letter the other day as well. It's a different type of letter. One in her hands is a normal letter than one in Glovisa's hands. The silky feathered letter. She takes the paper out but her face shows she's reading a type of kid doodling letter? "Never mind, I get it." While she's not, the honest truth is.

"Lady Princess, the King is waiting for you. He's taking napping as of now."

A cliché stereotype. "Let me be done by myself today."

The servant didn't say anything but nod. "Yes, Lady Princess." Taking steps backward, turning to the door, and leaving.

Rerin's looked at her wrist. No wristwatch there. A used habit to see it when she wants to get things done expeditiously. "Lets it be done soon."

Rerin's finishes up dress herself by tying her hair in a styled messy bun curling the loose hair by the sides of her face.

A knocking again. "Yes." She no longer wants to open the door by herself. It's not of her styled way.

The male servant peeked outside the door. The legs invited him in. "I will escort you, Lady Princess."

"Yes, thank you," replied Rerin.

The other male servant come. "You look very much refreshed this morning, Lady Princess."

A flustered Rerin's face coming the differential of it between male and female servants. It wasn't much to think about but male servants make it a lot.

Again, facing the mirror, not in million but older sister comes to mind. Is she also looking the same as her or not?