Hugs

Dear readers.. please take note that lord Allen had gone astray. Lords of his caliber aren supposed to be married so as the damsels. But there was one in history who managed to uncover the secret to the reason they weren't allowed to marry. Marriage brings about love... couples think more together and what would best satisfy each other's interest. The moon didn't want this. It wants lord's and damsels to think differently...not for each other but for all the lands to make better strategic advances towards ruling and making beautiful mindless yet selfless decisions. Thus... Allen is already a sinner.

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Natasha appeared at the foot of the gateway into mariposa's palace. The guard at the tower who caught sight of her was fazed. He knew that the princess had been kidnapped...he had expected the rescue party of her father or husband to be to go in search of her... but it's been a month now and all they did was stay here and wait. Did the myth already knew she would be coming? He immediately flushed the gates open not to keep her waiting...

Natasha could feel the light atmosphere of this place she knew as her home. She could see and feel the joy emanating from these subordinates... she could feel their invincible hugs all over her. They kept bowing with head and knees as they mounted guard at the entrance... lining up on both sides. How fast news spread?! she could see alot more trooping out just to see for themselves and greet her... how they'd jerk at first... but after affirmation would join and worship her. But according to customs couldn't touch her because of status. Thus Natasha finally relaxed... she was home! at long last.

She couldn't feel her mother's aura in the atmosphere like she used to before. Everywhere seemed somewhat peaceful which was an affirmative that indeed her mother was dead. This made her heart squeeze and ache so much that her mood darkened. What then had she fled home for? To continue to mourn?! But there was another unfriendly aura... one she couldn't yet recognize... had her father being dethroned? who did that aura belong to? Her pace increased tremendously as she immediately considered another aparation..but as soon as her feet reached midair she landed again thinking she'd caught sight of something... someone familiar.

"Dad?!" Natasha cried as lord Philip's silhouette came into full view. The man didn't have the patience to walk or be walked to as he immediately appeared right in front of her and pulled her into a tight hug. There was no Monica to scold him now that he wasn't supposed to hug a princess... especially not in public.. and not so desperately since he was a king. 'Fu*k that! who cares? '

Lord Philip could feel his daughter's hot tears on his skin. He knew he'd startled her by disappearing...but she didn't mind it since she was so happy to see him. He'd been using the powers that was bestowed on him by the ring. He hugged her even tighter and disappeared with her into the throne room where memwell and luscious were seated. Both of them stood in unison upon seeing that the princess was back and unharmed.

"Dad!.."was all Natasha could say for so long repeatedly. When her tensed nerves calmed and Philip's grip around her slackened...she pulled off and took in the view of this place she'd so missed for a couple of months now...until her eyes met with whom she hadn't expected. Although she'd felt his presence... she decided to cancel it from her thoughts so she'd feel more relaxed... thinking it was because she'd returned back to these lands that her instinct kept reminding her of the fate that awaited her. But Monica was dead and Philip was more considerate... do therefore there was not much to worry about.

"it's alright Natasha...go upstairs and freshen up. Rest and we'd talk about why he's here in a week time."Philip said... brushing her off the fear that had begun to drown her. He knew his daughter very well. Natasha immediately looked away. She knew it was an abomination for a slave to be in the throne room yet memwell was here and seated?!. What really had happened during the time she'd been away. But there were no answer... she couldn't fix the puzzle in her head... she didn't want to ask now... she wanted to take the freedom of a week she'd been granted to feel at ease and taste the peace she'd prayed to meet. Thank god! it seems her father didn't yet want to bother her with the death of her mother. She only wondered what excuse this man would give her if she asked. She didn't want to stress him up with that either since it was something she already knew. As much as they had tales to tell... she likewise did.

Natasha rushed out of the throne room and up she went. Thinking about memwell...there was no way she'd claim the boy without giving luscious back his slave... Melissa! So she thought she wasn't going to make an effort. since she lost Melissa and she didn't know where the girl was... thinking Melissa had died... since she they'd be separated so long and in no time too she'd die... she sighed... she wasn't going to tell this to no one that she had limited time to live. she'd rather use her time left to the full ...and enjoy herself to her core.... she was going to do the dos and donts and no one could stop her. And too... she was going to strategize a plan to take down that old wretch in the worst animalistic condition possible. Yes! that's what was most important.. she needed this one week to calm down to come out with the best resolve.