Elena Kaylee

The fire spread widely throughout the building. It's every corner that used to be a silent witness to the happiness of a family. There was nothing left, even if it was just a mere sob.

"Are you sure no one is still alive?" the King asked from behind his chariot. The man did not open the curtains, as if hiding his identity.

A soldier who was questioned replied, "There is no Your Majesty! There is nothing left of Kaylee's big family anymore!"

Then, there was no response and the train galloped away. Signifies if the soldier's task has been completed. And the king was satisfied with it. However, not everything that looks good means that. Because a few seconds later, one head fell rolling on the dry ground, with blood spurting everywhere.

A pair of sharp eyes, with the royal uniform still holding his sword, lifted in the air. Signifying if, he is the perpetrator of the death of the companion.

Turning around carefree, the man squatted by the remaining big pillar, "You are safe now. Don't be afraid, no one will hurt you," he persuaded in a soft voice.

Before long, the figure of the little girl appeared with a dirty face. Stepped timidly towards the soldier who was now holding out a cautious hand. But, the girl was not welcome, and just stood quite close there.

"I will help and save you, my name is Jonah, what is your name?" asked the man who claimed to be named Jonah. His face softened, trying to touch the heart of the little girl who looked terrified.

"Elena Kaylee, can Uncle help my family?" the girl's great-grandson in a low voice. He saw Jonah sigh, before shaking his head.

"Sorry, I can't save your family, the king has finished it all off."

And so, tears flowed freely again. The face that was so sweet and adorable was sobbing again sadly. Her face was scarlet, and her hands were tightly clenched together with emotion and a sense of loss.

"But, I can save you. You have to live and take revenge for everything your family has experienced, you can believe me." Jonah persuaded with a confident face. They stared at each other for a while.

Until the eleven-year-old girl nodded, and Jonah smiled from ear to ear. Wiped away the tears that rolled down the cheeks, "Good! Now come with the uncle and obey. Will uncle show you how to avenge the death of your family to the king!"

***

Ten years later.

"The crown prince has entered the palace!" The trumpet was blown, along with drums and music. Someone walked in full of dignity, with a sweet smile that never faded.

The king sitting on the throne, smiled broadly at the sight of his son returning safely. The man who is now fifty-three years old spread his arms, hugging the crown prince with great emotion.

"Congratulations My son, you did it!" He praised sincerely. The son-Vince Reviano returned the father's embrace, so tightly and also happy.

Then, when the prince had sat down on the other side of the king, another music was immediately played. This time, several dancers took part and began to screech their bodies to the rhythm. Their faces were so stunning, that the girls were hired directly by the king to welcome the return of the crown prince.

"Look at them all, aren't they very beautiful?" The king asked in a slight whisper. Prince Vince just smiled slightly, while nodding. Of course, he wouldn't be able to lie. The girls present in the palace today are very beautiful.

"You don't want to choose one? Dad will be very happy if any of them can attract your attention. Or, do you want a father to choose?" The king whispered back. Which this time successfully made Prince Vince choke on his spit.

"Your Majesty, you don't need to talk like that. I just haven't found a suitable one." The delicate prince refused. His face was scarlet, with spit forced to swallow.

A heavy breath sounded from King Josephine. The man was almost tired of the very quiet son. At the age of twenty-seven, Vince has never dated a single date.

If it's just a glance, his son seems to be uninterested. A lot of news circulated that Prince Vince had a very high taste for girls. Until no one can attract his attention, even if it's just a flash.

However, that was not the biggest fear of the king. Rather, what if the prince turns out to have no interest in women? What will be the future of his kingdom in the future? Even though the king is eager to raise grandchildren!

"Choose one of them for tonight. If indeed you don't find the right one, let the father find one for you. And this is not a request, it is an order!" insisted the king who was now moving from the throne.

Vince took a deep breath, thinking if he couldn't run anymore now. If he hadn't chosen one girl to accompany him tonight, then it would be certain that his room would be filled with the call lady of his father's choice. And it was a disaster!

His eyes glanced at the toes and fro. Judging many girls who were dancing gracefully. Their clothes were slightly revealing, but very pleasant to look at and enjoy.

None of the royal ministers or from the ranks of important people sat down with the paid lady this afternoon. The king had given strict rules that no one should have fun if his son had not chosen a partner.

Until the prince's sharp eyes collided with one girl sitting gracefully playing a traditional musical instrument. Her hair was jet black, tied in part with a pearl ornament.

Her face was small, with round eyes that looked charming. Subconsciously, the gaze ushered in the prince to stand up. Like there was an invisible pull, Prince Vince's steps fell towards the girl.

The sweet and mysterious smile was expressed very charmingly, shaking the heart of the prince who now seemed to be hypnotized by her.

It was as if the music came to a standstill, and people disappeared from sight. In the setting of the atmosphere, the presence of other creatures seems to be just an extra. Subconsciously, the prince smiled and was stunned.

"Greetings to My Royal Highness the Prince," greeted the girl, who had now removed her instrument. The girl stood up and looked down respectfully, flattered at Vince Reviano's presence.

Returning the girl's greeting, Prince Vince was still stunned by her natural beauty. Those eyes traced from head to toe, without missing a trace of the gap.

"You are so beautiful, do you have a little free time tonight?" The question that was completely unexpected to come out of the prince's mouth, sounded soft. It was as if the man said it subconsciously.

One smile was engraved, from the girl, also the old man who was secretly observing from a distance.

"The servant has plenty of time if it is for My Royal Highness the Prince," replied the girl with a shy smile. The cheeks are sweet red, like peaches that have matured.

As if bewitched, one question was thrown out again.

"Then, what's your name?" Still, with a sweet smile that seemed innocent, the girl replied in an unusually seductive tone.

"Elena Your Majesty."