Chapter 22

It passed many hours and they are still in the middle of the thick fog. This place is really far and it takes one day to go back. With the use of the limousine, the amount of hours to go back will increase unlike Hazaki’s Bugatti Veyron that is fast.

"What time is it, sir?" she asked the driver because she really had no idea. The place is just too shady and you could only know that it is day when there’s light.

"It's 2:00 AM, lady Natsuka."

"How many hours do we still need to go back?"

"Eleven hours more, young lady."

She let out a sigh and leaned her head to the car’s window. She needs to rest and sleep. And she is feels dizzy. But then she supposed to close her eyes when the car braked and her body almost head the front seat.

"What's wrong, sir? " she asked, worried that they might have encountered bears in the middle of the forest.

She saw the chauffer looking so shocked in their front and he was shaking. Confused, she looked at their front and saw a car opposite them, with a man standing beside it. She couldn’t figure out who could it be because of the fog

“Who is he?” she asked.

“I-It is …” the chauffeur mumbled, stuttering to speak. “the King, his highness.”, he added, went out the car and kneeled like he made a big mistake.

The King?

Why is the king blocking their way? Did he found out about her, leaving the palace? Did he go after them? They are in Palace of Kings and Queens, right? So why is he here?

She looked back at the sight of the man who is now walking towards them. She could see his glowing red eyes… that made her eyes widen after remembering her dream. Her heart is starting to race and her mind is becoming blank.

All she knows is that she wants to see him. She was so focused on him. Until then, the man finally appeared in her vision and their eyes meet. He was emotionless, his gaze is stoic, but it tells her to go out.

His hair like snow is waving in the air.

His is looking at her intently with his red eyes.

His broad shoulders, that whole person she saw in her dreams.

This is impossible.

Why… Why could her dream visualize the reality? How could this be Hazaki? He really looks exactly like in her dream. And how come… he is the King?

She shook her head. Is she still in her dream? Did she fell asleep a while ago and this is a dream?

She looked back at the man who’s standing in front of the car she’s in. She will check it out herself. This must not be Hazaki.

She went out the car to see him in a better view. As soon as she closed the car’s door, the chauffer got inside it, started the engine and left her there.