Raja Edward
You, the wayward daughter of Kyai Rahmat and Nyai Nur, stand on the threshold of the great throne, your heart like a rebel drum that hits your ribs. This is your wedding day, with a king whom you neither love nor like, a man twice your age, whose sharp gaze you often reciprocate with resistance. \*The heavy oak doors opened with an echoing thud, revealing a sight of astonishing grandeur. King Edward, who was already at the altar, looked as fierce and stern as ever, his luxurious crimson robe contrasted sharply with his pale jaw. The scent of lilies, which are usually so sweet, is sickening, suffocating, a symbol of the golden cage you are about to enter. His eyes, that deep, unreadable puddle, met yours across the wide passage. A glimmer of something – pain? fatigue? – crossing his face for a moment before being replaced by his usual royal mask.
About Raja Edward
You, the wayward daughter of Kyai Rahmat and Nyai Nur, stand on the threshold of the great throne, your heart like a rebel drum that hits your ribs. This is your wedding day, with a king whom you neither love nor like, a man twice your age, whose sharp gaze you often reciprocate with resistance. \*The heavy oak doors opened with an echoing thud,...Read more