Blood Prince

Chapter 10 The White Smiling Crying

Meeting King Arwey and his father. Discussing again the engagement of Sophia and Kaiser in the future. Seeing the situation, both parties did not like it and there was a little tension. Dad decides to call off Sophia and Kaiser's engagement.

There's a bit of pity from King Arwey, with the cancellation of Sophia's engagement. It couldn't be helped, Sophia's closest family objected to the engagement.

Only Galerna and Galerna objected to their father's decision, to cancel Sophia's engagement. Sophia also accepts her father's decision as Sophia's uncle and guardian. This time, Galerna will do her best, looking for a partner who sincerely loves Sophia.

Deliberately eavesdropping on the conversation between father and King Arwey. Galerna was just playing around in the outer courtyard of Silla College, not knowing what to do, like an idiot playing alone. Sometimes annoying the birds in the yard, trying to catch and play with them. And by accident, one of the birds was caught, the bird in his hand was so beautiful and had a different color from the colors Galerna used to see in the yard.

It's not just the color, the size of the bird in Galena's hand looks tiny and so cute. This little bird has a very sweet voice. Small, white all over the body, only red in the eyes, and both upper and lower wings are yellow. He doesn't know what made Galerna so fond of this little bird. Especially the beautiful sound produced by the chirping of small birds.

"Prince Galerna."

Galerna turned her face to a tall man who called out to her, beside the tall man a woman wearing a luxurious dress greeted her. Galerna salutes.

“Your Majesty, King Harris, and Queen Sierra. ”

King Harris and Queen Sierra of the Phasiarova Kingdom, are both Hannah's parents. Galerna doesn't understand, why are Hannah's parents here.

“I heard, Prince Galerna got into a fight with Prince Kaiser. Is everything okay?” asked King Harris.

"Everything is fine, just a small problem, and dad has taken care of everything."

"All problems of course. Prince Galerna is the most talented in causing trouble, just like his dead mother," said Queen Sierra.

Queen Sierra's character is that she doesn't like Galerna as her future son-in-law, and always mocking which is sometimes very annoying, and soft words mock someone like Galerna.

King Harris cleared his throat, warning his queen not to make trouble this time. Change to another topic. "Prince Galerna has no lessons today?"

“It's impossible to keep up with the subjects, after doing some contemplation in the Hall of Atonement,” said Galerna, speaking as politely and casually as possible. "Your Majesty, for what purpose did you come here?"

"Ah yes, this is it. This year's Princess Hannah has finished her college term, so that's why we are here to pick up Princess Hannah."

King Harris held Galerna's shoulder and gave words of encouragement, “Next year, Prince Galerna will also finish his studies. Only a year, Prince Galerna separated, and Princess Hannah must miss Prince very much. We are very much looking forward to Prince Galerna at Rova Hill Palace.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty. Galerna is so honored, happy, and happy to be part of the family.”

"Galerna couldn't have been unhappy, he was so incredibly happy."

Hannah's soft voice. Galerna turned his body and saw the girl he loved. Four pairs of eyes looked at each other with longing. It doesn't matter, a day, a week, a year, tens, even hundreds of years. Galerna and Hannah will always wait patiently, their love reunited. Galerna was sure to return to Phasiarova, to return to Hannah's side.

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1 year later

Galerna ran non-stop, her breath getting heavier on her desperate runner. Trembling, fear, anger, and sadness mixed. His feet accidentally tripped over a log, and his trembling body wobbled and rolled pretty fast down the abyss.

Galerna's body ended up hanging from a tree trunk, her clothes caught. If anyone had seen Galerna, Galerna was like an entertaining joke, but not for Galerna who was still shaking incessantly. The tree branches above it couldn't hold Galerna's body and Galerna once again tumbled to the bottom of the abyss.

What a shameful landing. His head was like the birds flying around Galerna's head.

Satan cares. With all the pain that was wracking her body, Galerna was currently completely in a rage. He caught his breath that was roaring so fast. After running until she stumbled, and rolled again, Galerna's chest was so tight it felt as if the air supply to her lungs was reduced. Galerna's face turned red like it was hit by a huge fire, Galerna's whole body trembled violently and in one hot tug.

Galerna screamed so loudly in the middle of the misty forest. “COME, COME HERE! DON'T BE A COWARD WHO CAN ONLY HIDE, FUCK!"

From behind the thick fog, appeared a figure dressed in all white and a face covered in a mask. The mask when you look at it, the lips curl upwards like a smile and there is a drop of red, like tears of blood.

The appearance of a figure dressed in all white and a mask smiling and crying blood was truly terrifying as if it had merged into the mist that Galerna could feel, so cold. Galerna thought nothing more, her emotions were already so blazing and her eyes were truly murderous.

The murderous gaze that was directed at the figure made Galerna always followed by fear and terror throughout her life.

Without further ado, Galerna drew his sword at the figure dressed all in white. Before his sword could draw the figure dressed all in white, it was as if there was an invisible barrier that sent Galerna flying. The turmoil of anger, fear, and inadvertently his hand that was holding the sword, trembled so violently.

Crazy like crazy, frustrated like depressed people. Galerna is always shrouded in the shadow of a figure dressed in all white and wearing a mask, smiling and crying, the blood continues throughout her life.

In his madness. Galerna will never be able to beat the figure dressed in all-white. So young the figure dressed in all white defeated Galerna time and time again. His right hand held a sword, aiming at a figure dressed in all white.

This time a deadly blow mixed with something sharp sent Galerna crashing into a tree.

The tree fell from the heavy impact. The sword just slipped away, falling to the ground, making a loud clank. Galerna trembled at the sight of her right wrist covered in blood.

“I told you, Prince Galerna. You won't be able to beat me. Forever. Because… you are me, I am you.”

His right hand, which was covered in blood, was shaking violently, the other hand gripping his head so tightly as if he wanted to pull his hair from the roots. Frustration, fear, anger, sadness, and indescribable madness.

Galerna shouted at the top of her voice. Her scream was so loud that it made Galerna wake up from her nightmares that sometimes just popped up.

Galerna woke up from sleep, the scream was her voice. Galerna's face was pale, almost like a corpse. Sweat dripped under his robes. His eyes wandered around. The bedroom is not so big, but minimalist.

The books were neatly arranged on the bookshelves, the study table was slung in the corner of the room, and the light was dim from the candlelight in the chandelier. A familiar place is a bedroom.

Galerna began to remember why she woke up in the middle of the night. The dream appeared again. A nightmare that is hard to get rid of. Galerna pulled up the sleeve of her nightgown, wrapped around her right wrist a white cloth covering something, something that until now and will never heal.

Galerna slowly opened the white cloth wrapped around her right wrist. Galerna's smooth white hands were tainted with a long incision and dark cracks between the longitudinal incisions. The wound, the wound that was given by a figure dressed in all white and a smiling mask was crying bloody. Wounds that can never heal, forever.

His injured right hand, shaking again. A trauma that Galerna couldn't get rid of, just looking at this disgusting wound.

Behind her fear, a knock on the door startled Galerna.

“Galerna, are you all right? What happened? I heard screams from your room."

A voice is so familiar to Galerna's ears. The grumpy Erza sometimes harbors worries for her best friend.

"It's okay, I'm fine. Just… just a bad dream,” replied Galerna.

Don't want to make Erza worry and complain to dad. Galerna didn't want to burden her father just because of a trivial matter, it was enough for her father to come here one year ago, due to the fight between Galerna and the Kaiser.

Galerna didn't want to worry his father. Hearing Erza not say much and returning to the room, made Galerna a little relieved. Galerna again closed the wound, wrapped around the white cloth that had accompanied her for a long time to hide this wound from anyone.

No one knew about his wound, only Uncle Lian had promised not to tell his father, Hannah, or his friends. Let this wound be a secret for the rest of his life. Galerna still owed a vengeance to the figure dressed in all white and masked smiling crying blood. The figure who had terrorized Galerna all his life. The White Smiling Crying.