゚ ⋆ ゚Chapter 12 ゚ ⋆ ゚

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Armana Frauleins

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I sat on my table, looking through some letters. Tea party, confession, marriage proposal.. . What the fuck?

I looked through more letters and found three interesting letters. A letter from my father, The South Emperor, a letter from my brother, Sol Asmond, and an invitation of a banquet hosted by the Baron of his daughter's coming off age.

As the crown princess, I should attend this banquet right?

Let's read father's letter first. . .

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My precious daughter,

How have you been ? My Empire is truly lost without a precious daughter like you. I hope the Norths are treating you like the real princess you are. How is our son-in-law? I heard he's a busy man.

I will pay my visit to you soon, I promise but right now, your father is a little sick, probably because he missed his daughter.

I really hope for you to be fine, my daughter. You are the only precious thing that your mother left for me, Sol included.

Write to me, soon, my sunshine.

Your Father.

**

Tears were dripping from my eyes. Even though, he isn't my real father, I miss him so much. He really cared for Armana is I can see in the letter. I should write to him soon.

I began writing a reply to my father. . .

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Dear Father,

It is true that being here suffocates me because you and Sol aren't here. Although, everyone here in the Palace takes care of me like I am their own. How is your son-in-law? Well, I must say, he's fit and in his usual self. Lorenzo has been taking care of me quite a lot more than you think.

He makes time for me everyday and we sit near a lake while we talk for hours, unable to detect the time. I am really happy here as you can see and I wish you will visit me soon with Brother Sol. I miss you guys a lot. I miss everyone in the mansion. Tell them, I said Hi.

Your Precious Daughter,
Armana.

**

I finished write and put it inside an envelope and sealed it properly with a pink wax where the North's sign designed.

I opened Sol's letter and found myself smiling on the letter. He attached a small pink rose, over the letter which already explains how much he misses me.

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Dear sister,

How are you? I hope the BASTARD is treating you right. Even if you lie to me, I will soon visit the Palace and meet you there and if I see that BASTARD making you cry, he would probably see stars on his head.

Father misses you like crazy. He stopped smiling like he used to do. He became more and more aggressive as he lost his precious daughter, like I do not exist but I could say the same thing, I cannot focus on my work without thinking about how my precious sister is doing with a BASTARD . It truly breaks my heart to give away my gemstone to a BASTARD like him.

Oh, you probably did not open any gifts given on your birthday. There were dozens of your favourite flower, some of them were rings made of exclusive gemstone asking for your hand in marriage. I know, it is weird because you already are marriage to a BASTARD. Few of them had jewelleries made up of gold, diamonds, rubies, sapphire and many more.

Do you know what your BASTARD husband got you? A freaking low-class bracelet which had emerald stones surrounded by them. Does that BASTARD not know that green does not suit you? I meant, all the colours suit you but green is the colour for snakes, my precious sister deserves pink, white, pearl white, every light colours existed.

I literally have no comment on North people because you'd be surprised if you knew what Duke Nikolai got you, freaking DEAD RATS?!

The box where he got it, had such a bad smell and when we opened it, we found dead rats. And there was a card attached to it saying "For the beautiful Princess, something you deserve." I was traumatised when I saw the rats. Is he a psychopath?

I think that'd be enough for today, as you have a duty of the new crown princess. God, I still cannot believe that you are married to that BASTARD.

My precious sister deserves so much better.

Your dearest brother,
Sol.

**

I am keeping this letter forever. I've probably never seen a letter which contains these much 'BASTARDS'. It is making me laugh as I imagined Sol's face when he wrote it all. But what brought my attention was the emerald bracelet, Lorenzo got me. It is the same gift he got in the original novel. The green may represent nature, forest, beauty etc. but the green Lorenzo meant is hypocrite, snake, two faced. Sol is right, North people are indeed weird. They show their feeling towards gift.

I sighed as I began to write a letter to Sol.

**

Dear brother of mine,

I am absolutely fine and healthy, probably more healthier as the North people takes care of me very carefully like I am a glass doll. It truly makes me happy that I chose the right guy for the very first time.

Lorenzo might seem like a rude, prideful person but when it comes to me, he's extremely nice. And. . . About that gift? Can you send it here? I really want to wear what my husband bought me for my birthday present. Do not overthink about colours, Sol, he might've not know what kind of colours I liked because he never saw me before my birthday.

I cannot wait for you to visit me. I have so much to show you. They have a garden surrounded by plenty of unique flowers that I have never seen. We can go there and talk about our life. Oh, brother when will you come here? I hope you are doing okay. Being a crown princess of an unknown region isn't as easy as I thought but I am managing it just fine. I am Princess Armana after all.

Your Precious sister,
Armana.

**

Just as I finished writing all the letters back, the door to my room bursted open, revealing a tall, massive silver haired man, his grey eyes shining through the sun light that is coming out of the window.

"Your Majesty?" I quickly got up from the chair I was sitting on.

He scanned through the room with his eyes and then looked at my concerned face. His face darkened. Unable to understand, what he is trying to say, he stepped forward until there were no space between us. I could hear our breathe, that was passing onto us.

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