The Hidden Queen of the Gods
Let's Game

"Where are you from, Prince?"

Erkan's small whistles came to a halt, as a guard of Alfuttain's palace blocked his steps. The tattooed man on his arm and on the other side of his body raised his eyebrows, looking only at the guard.

"Just go around, I'm quite curious about Alfuttain's grand palace. Does that interfere with your work?"

The guard bowed deeply, gesturing that he apologized for being disrespectful to his master's guest.

"Not at all Prince. Sorry if I make you uncomfortable, please continue your journey,"

The guard resigned, while Lord Erkan was still embedded in his place. His calm gaze, slowly turned flat and cold. Very clearly visible, even more so when Erkan stared at the tower of the old building - which became the prison of the Princess.

Erkan's two hands clenched firmly, why out of the many buildings and rooms in this palace - Alfuttain ruthlessly placed Sheena in the old building, which was far from the main palace.

'I will visit you often, My Queen,' he murmured inwardly, before Lord Erkan turned back around - continuing his steps.

While on top of the tower, a beautiful girl was sleeping in her sleep, with a fluffy smile. I don't know what he was dreaming about, which certainly made the woman who was currently looking at him smile.

"May eternal happiness, will soon come to you, son,"

His hands stretched out to rub the girl's brownish hair, stroking her gently affectionately.

"I really hope for you, Your Majesty Erkan," he continued.

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"Where are you from?"

Yasmine immediately approached Erkan, as she watched her son return. Yasmine's forehead wrinkled deeply as she looked at Erkan's appearance.

The butterfly tie around his neck was gone somewhere, his expensive coat was attached worthless to his sturdy shoulder.

Erkan didn't even care as many eyes pointed at him. The Crown Prince was cool to pluck pieces of fruit that carried the Mommy.

"Run your eyes! this what? what have you finished? why are your clothes so messy like Akara?!" furious Yasmine.

It felt like he was pulling out his bachelor's ear, and dragging the young man home. But that she must not do, Yasmine would not treat a handsome son as heaven-savvy as that, could descend her charm later.

"Follow Mommy!" finalised.

Erkan obediently followed his Mommy steps. Yasmine, whose height was only limited to Erkan's chest, made the woman look petite. Erkan subconsciously thinned his lips, when he saw Yasmine dragging his arm.

Somehow the warm hands Sheena, again he can feel at this time. Erkan swallowed the hard-earned saliva, as both of his legs rebelled - asking him to turn around to return to approach the Hidden Princess.

But I can't! Erkan could not go back there at this time. He had to find the right time and plan in order to return to this palace.

Should he place an eye in the Alfuttain residence? so he can get in and out easily? or use something that can be used well by him.

One of Erkan's lips lifted, when he saw the girl who was similar to the Queen, was staring unblinkingly at him.

What you need is in front of your eyes. He would make the most of it, reciprocating their treatment with style. Doesn't that sound very interesting? Erkan gave a small smile to the girl, a smile that contained a lot of meaning.

In order to facilitate his business, Erkan must be willing to be close to a girl who has the same face and physical as her Sheena.

'Let's game, ' Erkan murmured inwardly.

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