The Hidden Queen of the Gods
Simalakama

Sheera stared at her look in the mirror, a beautiful and luxurious dress adhering beautifully to her body. The smile on his lips did not fade in the slightest, even more fluffy, when Sheera imagined Erkan's handsome face later on.

Stretched out a hand to greet him, gave a soft, deep kiss on the back of his hand - and clasped his body tightly.

Sheera smiled to herself imagining it, finally her desire to touch and interact directly with Crown Prince Albarack could be realized. Even though he had to be willing to sacrifice a lot of time and life.

"Hm, how's my poor sister doing? did he die eating a beast?" muttered.

"I hope the blind man dies, then they think it's me and the real Sheera will remain Queen in this palace" she said.

Even Sheera laughed a little when she imagined it. Almost two days have passed, his bodyguard did not give any news, hopefully he will get good news after this.

"Mr Princess?"

Sheera flinched when she heard Aunt Jumma's voice, the girl hurriedly changed the look on her face and eyes. It looks empty, when looking at the mirror in front of him.

"Yes" he said softly.

Aunt Jumma was grieving in her heart, but as much as possible she smiled at Sheera.

"It's your violin,"

Aunt Jumma gave him a long black box, which held a violin. The new violin, not the one Sheena used to wear.

Because Aunt Jumma knew that the Lord would be angry when she found out that the violin Erkan had given Sheena was touched by her lover's half-sister.

"Big-violin?" sheera Beo.

The girl swallowed the saliva with great difficulty, even to stare at that thing alone Sheera was unable to.

'Death to me, ' the screech is in the heart.

'What reason would you give?' aunt Jumma muttered in her heart.

"B-but I-I, I was so nervous today. Can I play it another time sa-,"

"And made the Empress disappointed" said Aunt Jumma.

"Mr Princess, Empress Yasmine has been kind to you. He only wants his future son-in-law to play the violin when welcoming him later, not excessive - it's just a simple request of an Empress of the noble family Albarack," continued Aunt Jumma slightly dramatized.

While Sheera, the girl was still glued to the spot. Sheera did not know what to do, if she refused the Empress's request she would surely hate her - and then refuse her presence.

And it's a big loss for Sheera, but if she accepts it, it's not suicide. So, what Sheera had to do now, her fate was like a simalakama fruit. Go wrong, back can't.

"Mr Princess when you're not ba-,"

"A-I'll try it," Sheera cut out Aunt Jumma's quick remark.

Sheera let out a rough sigh, grabbing the violin box that was in Aunt Jumma's hand. Grasping the object tightly, hoping that a miracle will come when he plays it.

"Come on, Princess!"

Aunt Jumma grabbed Sheera's hand slowly and gently, although in her heart she was eager to push the body of this scheming Princess. Aunt Jumma smiled a faint smile, when she saw Sheera's pale face.

Aunt Jumma was convinced that Sheera was feeling wrong at the moment, or maybe even frightened. The woman was already impatient with the surprise that the Lord would give her later, and what would happen to Sheera afterwards.

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