THE FORBIDDEN PASSION OF THE RULER
Beloved call

The moon up there is already a bright sign of the night getting late. The cold air from outside also rose to the balcony of Latizia's room which had just finished bathing and intended to close the balcony but, she was silent for a moment.

"It's been last night but Milano hasn't been to the room yet" muttered Latizia.

After receiving the adult teaching from Franck earlier, Latizia was asked to dress up pretty and wear hot service clothes.

Actually Latizia only appreciates Franck. He was willing in front of the man but when he finished the bath, Latizia was more comfortable wearing Milano's oversized blue shirt that felt ademic on his skin.

"I should have persuaded from this afternoon. But I'm not wrong, he's an indistinct temper," confounded Latizia immediately closed the balcony and paced in front of the bed.

"If I see him later, he'll be big-headed. I'd better wait a minute."

Latizia lay on the king-size bed and closed her eyes. A second later he turned around and so on until Latizia was frustrated.

"Can't you just not care about her too much. We're in a cold war now, Latizia!" His annoyance rattled the long hair that was described as beautiful.

Unable to stand it any longer, Latizia immediately got up. He put on a cloth bando on the dresser and then took a blazer in the dressing cabinet.

"Say you're fetching water" he muttered immediately out of the room.

The first thing that greeted Latizia was silence. Looks like Franck is already in his room as well as the servants who won't be carelessly wandering around.

Upon arriving near the stairs, Latizia saw Darren who was busy with his laptop on the sofa downstairs. There was no one else, let alone Milano.

"Where is he?!" Latizia asked immediately down the stairs.

Darren is busy and he doesn't even realize that now Latizia is walking towards him.

"Is there a problem?"

"Miss!" Darren's jolt immediately shut down his laptop.

"You seem busy."

"Yes, miss! It's a corporate affair that's piling up."

Latizia mangosteen understands. He glanced left right there was no appearance of the brandal man here.

"Miss looking for prince?"

"T.no. I.I want to drink to the kitchen," Elak Latizia rubbed his nape awkwardly.

Darren took a deep breath. He did not know whether to say this or not but, very concerned if his prince had no friends to accompany.

"Miss! I think only you can accompany the current master."

"You mean?" Latizia asked until Darren sighed. He glanced left right making sure that there was no one but them here.

"I can't say it. Miss, you better meet Prince by yourself."

"Where is he?" Latizia asked in wonder.

"After the residence. There is a path to the forest area that is directly connected to the waterfall. Miss must be careful!"

Latizia nodded. He walked out of the residence through a side door connected to the park.

He wandered into the back area where there was a gate illuminated by lights on the fence.

"Last night he went into the forest. It's a strange man."

Latizia cursed Milano. He opened the gate and followed the path. A well-maintained and clean path.

It's just that there are no lights, fortunately the moonlight up there is enough to show the way.

Not some far ahead, Latizia could hear the sound of someone's harmonica. He stopped for a moment because he was quite familiar.

"Isn't this the harmonica that once terrorized Madison's kingdom?!" Inner Latizia searched for the origin of the sound.

The difference is, the harmonica this time does not hold grudges or anger. Latizia could clearly feel the rhythm and chant like a sad middle and stem the sadness.

Latizia began to follow the direction of the sound until she reached a cliff where the sound came from.

"M. milan!" Latizia murmured standing near a large tree that could be lush to cover the sky area near the cliff.

Latizia saw Milano sitting at the end of a large rock cliff where there is a waterfall underneath while playing the harmonica.

He looked different, thought Latizia observing the other side of Milano.

The more he listened to the soft and melodious rhythm of the harmonica then, Latizia was made to fall into it.

Emotional, love and affection he can feel from every rhythm that flows cradling the ears and hearts of listeners.

Just this time Latizia saw Milano looking feminine. Feminine in a sense is full of a soul of love and feelings that he can never describe with words.

Long Latizia looked at Milano until it stopped. A gust of cold wind came crashing into Latizia's body as if drawn closer.

"He was sad," Inner Latizia walked forward but her heart felt the man's trembling.

Latizia carefully sat down beside Milano who knew of his arrival.

"The view is good" said Latizia breaking the silence.

There's a pool of waterfalls down there and greenery all around. Fresh air and reflected moonlight will make the view so light.

"You should be comfortable here. Clear water and the sound of waterfalls. There is also a shadow of the moon in the pond there. I've never seen a scene at night this beautiful."

Milano remained silent. His gaze focused towards the shadow of the moon in the water that Latizia was talking about.

"Pretty-right?" Latizia asked looking at Milano's gloomy face.

"Beautiful!" Briefly flat.

Latizia finally quietly lowered her head. He had tried to get Milano to talk but the man did not want to be open to him at all.

"This is where I grew up with my sister!"

Milano's words made Latizia look over. A serious face and reminiscing of the past are evident in Milano's handsome sculptures.

"He taught me how to swim, even if he could only sit in his wheelchair. The pool was always filled with ball toys on my 7th birthday, she was childish."

"Well, but he loves you so much!" Latizia replied but Milano smiled slightly flipping the harmonica in her hand.

"And he also taught me how to play harmonica."

"really? Means Franck was a great noble," Decah Latizia was amazed.

Milano nodded. He recounts how hard Franck learned to be crown prince of the throne from birth but, because he was paralyzed, all hope was dashed and traumatized.

"He must be versatile and populist. My grandfather always wanted us to be successors who could bring Madison to glory but, ..."

"Milano!" Lirih Latizia inched closer and pulled the man's head to lean against his shoulder.

Milano finally collapsed. He couldn't hold this alone because it felt so heavy.

"I should have been paralyzed."

"Milano! You're.."

"If I was in a wheelchair then big brother would definitely live happily," Sesal Milano but Latizia immediately hugged him.

"Even if you're paralyzed, things won't change even, it can be more complicated. Brother Franck has a gentle soul and he won't be able to handle problems like you did."

"I think all this time what I've been doing is right. I never wanted the throne, not even a little, Latizia!"

"I understand. You did it all for your brother."

"But,..."

Milano could not continue his sentence. He squeezed Latizia's back in frustration.

"Did your brother say you wanted to take his throne?"

Milano. He sat back properly staring ahead in confusion.

"Sister lied to me. He met with the Human Minister an accomplice of King Barack secretly."

"Sister Franck did that?" The shock of Latizia made Milano quite depressed.

"Does he think I'm doing all that for myself?! Is it possible that big brother is afraid that I will take his throne?! Latizia, I.."

"Calm down!" Lirih Latizia rubbed Milano's back in order to be more calm and stable.

"I don't understand, why would he do that?!"

"Don't think bad. I'm sure Franck's brother has a good reason. He loves you very much, Milano!" Said Latizia very know and feel how close the relationship between sister and brother is.

Milano silence. Latizia continued to give a warm touch. Swiped that burly back and turned to head Milano.

"You know what?"

"Hm?" Milano muttered shut her eyes enjoying Latizia's hand caress to her hair.

"You look like a child," Geli Latizia lowered her hand from the Milano hair she was pulling back.

Milano opened her eyes and felt her neat hair being sucked back like a boy.

"You have a knack for changing the appearance of a handsome man."

"Wear this!"

Latizia opened the ribbon in her hair and put it on Milano's head.

Latizia's amused laughter escaped when she saw the handsome face of Milano's blasphemous. The man's charm did not diminish even more cute and adorable.

"You got a cell phone?" Latizia asked withholding laughter.

"You want revenge?!" Sinis Milano wants to open the ribbon but in Latizia intercept.

"If you let go, I don't want to talk to you!"

"You haven't persuaded me. Why are you the.."

"Suush! Barbie the male must obey, hm?" Geli Latizia pinched the cheek of Milano who smiled thinly not strong faith.

He gave his phone to Latizia who immediately opened the camera.

"Cisss!!"

Latizia poses holding the jaw of Milano, which is a robot-like expression.

"Smile! Can smile?"

"Can't."

"Yes already, I'll take a picture with Ninu alone," Kesal Latizia wanted to leave but Milano took the phone and pulled Latizia into his lap.

"Your ninu will be dead soon!"

"You ..."

Czechreek..

One photo was taken when Milano smiled and Latizia was surprised to see him.

"What did you say?"

"That damn guy's gonna die!"

Hearing the words of the man Milano spoke with burning emotions, of course Latizia could not help but laugh anymore.

"You.you said Ninu was a man?" Latizia's sniffles her stomach

"Then?"

"Good, Milano! So that's why you're taking me to a cold war, huh?" Geli Latizia could not bear to imagine this silliness.

Milano's face is flat. He stared coldly at Latizia who was still trying to control herself - even every look at Milano's face would be tingled stomach.

"You think my words are a joke?!"

"It's not. But.."

"I'll kill him!" Milano growled to leave but Latizia yelled at him.

"YOU'RE JEALOUS OF A PIGEON!! ARE YOU STILL SANE, HA??"

"M..pigeon?" Milano muttered confused but a second later he immediately cursed.

"That cheap dove of yours?"

"Well." yeah."

"Shit!" Milano felt ridiculous. His head almost broke thinking about the owner of the name and it turned out to be just a pigeon.

"Ninu is the name my beloved gave."

"What's my favorite name?" Tanya Milano doesn't want to lose to a pigeon.

Just hear Latizia amused. But, if he does not say then Milano will start a third world war because of it.

"You don't have a beloved name" said Latizia, standing up to make Milano boil.

"I don't want to know. If he has then I should have too! You're.."

CUPS...

"Brandal's men!" Sela Latizia after pecking at Milano's lips that pecked empty.

"Next time teach me how to play harmonica!!!"

Latizia ran away because she was so embarrassed not to play but, Milano slowly felt her lips then turned to the chest where the heart inside there was a marathon.

"Male brandal," muttered Milano biting her lower lip in anxiety.

Suddenly his heart that had been crushed immediately turned flowery even can not be described how it feels now.

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