"The Patih's Loyalty and The Generous King"
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  • Parts 4
  • Time <5 mins
Complete, First published Nov 26, 2020
1. Character The King by Anisa indriyati

          In the days of the kingdom, there was a region ruled by a wise and wise king. The king was known to be very generous, so he was respected by his people.
          The king had a handsome and stern face.His sharp eyes made him feared by his followers. If you look clearly, the King has very beautiful purple pupils. However, behind his cold and creepy look, the King has a soft heart and always thinks of his people.


2. Character Patih Aska by Eling Pamuji

          Patih Aska is a patih who is so loyal to the king. He has served the king for so long.
          Patih Aska is tall and muscular. He looks very handsome and charming. This made him a Patih who was so idolized among royal women. However, Patih Aska has red eyes that look creepy to the people
around him.

3. Character Princess Keyra

          Keyra is the adopted daughter of the King. As a princess, she looks very graceful and beautiful.
          Keyra has round eyes with light green pupils. Her hair is dark blue so it looks elegant and matches her favorite blue dress that she often wears. Keyra has the charm of a cold and stiff face. But behind her beauty, Keyra's daughter has a stubborn and selfish nature.




Project by : Group 7 PPKN R001 Universitas Jambi 2020

Members of the group : Anisa indriyati, Eling Pamuji, Wardatun Hasanah

Writter : Anisa indriyati
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