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Crown of the Fox

A bit adventures

A bit adventures

Apr 13, 2023

<Janus-Faced> 
It's words she remembered always whenever she's in unfamiliar crowds. The party. Could she say it to people in their face? She would get slapped not chased out right away. She could embarrass herself but not her husband.

People going around circling same circle of unknowing tiredness, she or he, young or old, rich or poor wearing a mask, concealing their inner evil selfish self. Building a connection in exchange for one desire, she says the ball is the best place.

The smell of flowers and flowering blooming flowers coming from people is like an instinct inborn in herself deviate providing charm against evils, especially on the little occasion when she's not used to it. As a distinction, flowers will be withering in front of those people who abhor her.

She's a princess shielded by royal fairy magic; by the call she's herself a witch.

It's never kind when the grades of greediness are at the top of the head. She looked at her dress. Floral dress. It's different from other dresses that royalty would choose to wear for a ball. The princesses and ladies would never choose dresses with flowers patterned on them. Nevertheless now, it made her one of the royal princesses and she's genuinely the one.

The husband has been doing nothing but pouring tea herbs since earlier. Herbs are the main drink here. Glovisa's right. Men will be doing but same gesture of the hands that's same as waiters except their hands works are due to fed themselves. It's a folksy ball since the foods of all the standard of the older and eldest people. Quite an old men and women show grumpiness despite their age. Were they loyal cats?

A dog won't work since magic is not about leveling here. Where's the brain to bark at someone when magic bestowing acts by the ranks, the possessed names, the badges, and the server?

Sudden eagerness to check them out is like an unstoppable flow of river having calmness despite the rushing. She exhaled breath. The cackler's laughter interrupted her diving more into the position she's in how to gain treasures and treasure these vaults of treasures. Rerin's eyes most times to her husband and also most time she's in propitiate about Glovisa is having enough slew of green tea herbs. She doesn't have to think but his skill in pouring the drink into his cups long acquired for an unbelievable amount of time. Rerin sighed at thousand years old age husband. Is there no one who's the same age as her?

Could she's making a cake nicknamed a novel by a human as well as fairy and a witch waking in another dimension is be a wife overnight, coating is it's always one who's get abandoned, cream layers is the dear husband is quite a beasty that's live for thousand years old, the dessert syrups and filling on the cake is it's isekai world decorated and iced with no other than royal plot. It's a must.

She hears the talk. Aurosia Wyris is composed of the Four Clans. Kitsune (fox), Ohami (Werewolf), Yoseiminn (Fairy), and Funirishou (Pheonix). All the names are unfamiliar except for the Kitsune. Ohami  was mentioned once because of the letter.

In lush thoughts, Rerin's blatant about splitting cookies and biscuits in her mouth. Could she turn crunchy sounds into something more delicious delicacy food? The mind keeps wandering around into the opportunity given herself to others to take advantage of.

Her nose sniffed the perfume's aroma slightly differently again. It has been changed quite a time since the first time she entered. She's accompanying the mistresses while hearing new or old rumors. Its sole reason conjuring up more substantiates of fickle humors statement. She couldn't be at Glovisa's side because the old masters rounded him up. They're quite impressed by his drinking and pouring skills.

The people around are still chat-chatting as usual. Few of them are sleeping on the table. Are they feeling like sleeping too much till their legs have no strength to carry themselves to the room? Rerin's eyes to the rooms upstairs. The closed rooms. Suppose they're open when there's an ongoing little party downstairs?
Is each a reserved room since this is a big little inn in the town? 

All assumption was in the brain and her eyes to her husband...

He's sleeping??? The man sleeping resting his face on his hand. Your Majesty the King's composure-ness no matter where even in the den of 'tigress'. And he does nothing except keep drinking herbal tea. Is his job finally at the end?

She should ask Glovisa to leave. The time here is awkward. The young couple here is only them.   

The very rich smell aroused the warmth of giving up. It's in the hands of somebody trying to fumigate the contaminated ball. An antagonist never be the heroine here? Little scenery attractions outside the window, Rerin making her way to it passing Glovisa's table first before the window. "Your Majesty," said Rerin. Is he deep sleep?

The wife infatuated to the husband is swamp labyrinth inchoate entry to many meaning loving lovelies she never searched. Why is his hair so attractive to her? The people didn't question him for white hair, and grey eyes since moreover so she is of the hair of the golden dawn color as well as the eyes. The people are human but cloaked in kitsune shadows.

The hands stroking caress every inch of Glovisa's face. She sees him with golden eyes engulfed with burning red flames  that is beautiful artistique aesthetic, they are. It's the face she wants to burn into the flame of intensity undoubtedly locked away without key.

The swish of the rugged cloak out of the window in her eyes' capture. Rerin stopped the soft caresses on dear Kitsune's face. To be a little more 'useful' at a later time as Glovisa's said, Rerin couldn't contain the silliness in her not to chase the prey. The witch out of the window swiftly with eyes tracing the grey rugged cloak. Flamed flame in the eye wavers lengthy steadfast moderately calming. They arrived at the Mifost Forest.

"Your Majesty The Queen," said the voice.

"Should I give you a question by your addressed to me?" questioned the Queen.

"You should and you shouldn't not, Queen," said him again.

"How you are mine?" Queen had a doubt.

"Of the war is over, your flames are still sacred scarred at my chest proof I haven't been anyone but yours. How is it, Queen?"

A man she doesn't know but he knows her.

"Show it," Queen's firmness of her voice.

The man unbuttoned the top his black apparel. The delicate intricate mark is alive and burning. Rerin's saw it with Witch's eyes. It genuinely belonged to her. Both the man and the mark.

"Your Majesty The Queen, hasn't it convinced you?"

"How I'm supposed to be convinced with it?"

"Your wish is my wish."

Silently, dear Queen, recalling how lately in eons times, you have a become a marionette in hands Aurosia Wyris's clans coterie without comity.

Your wish is my wish or reversely my wish is your wish… Come the latter part is, to do as you wish or to do as I wish… the exact, to do as I wish you to do. Rerin's fingers to her cheeks. Sense of Glovisa's saying it come in like resolute images rushing one by one in her brain. Trying to process the input and output for a clear outcome. It's him. The one who steals her favorite sentences.

"It's a rugged cloak but your clothes are spiffy very much and pristine till I want to shun it as under whose orders are you here? Ohami or Kitsune?" Rerin question of scoff and derision. She doesn't know how quick she's to cut down the chase to bottom by mentioning the top two clans in Aurosia Wyris. It was the named clans that come to her head the moment the lie detector detects a lie.

The man gives out a smirking smile. He's on his knees. To see eye to eye with one Queen of the Witch. More to be she's the Queen of Kitsune. The queen of the clan of its eyes within shadow of moon and within the light of the sun.  It's the coven which witches nurture personally to be born surpasses themselves.

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