Hands To Kill

Derith laid down flat on her bed as she recalled the memories from few days ago. Everytime she remembered it, she had a tight feeling in her chest. The plot was certainly weird.

”How come Rione has a healing ability? I never gave him one, ” she mumbled with frustration laced in her tone. She thought that maybe she had forgotten about it again.

And how did I even enter the sealed place?

For some reason, she never remembered some specific details unless the details were right in front of her.

”Everything aside, I danced with him. Nobody else but him. On top of that, he took the first initiative. ” Derith grinned. She felt happy just thinking about avoiding her death flag.

A knock interrupted her thoughts.

”Come in. ”

A usual handsome Jean entered the room with an envelope in his hand. He had his hair cover his forehead which made him look younger than usual. Derith sucked in air.

”Princess, a letter arrived for you early in the morning. It is from the His Highness, the Prince Rione. ”

Derith jumped off her bed and quickly grabbed the letter from his face. Her face looked so nervous right then that Jean misunderstood something.

”Princess, I know you are excited to receive a letter from His Highness but please be careful. You would have tripped and hurt yourself. ”

”I am sorry! Thank you! You may leave. ”

Jean left the room at once. He saw Deriths face before. It was as if she received a letter from her first ever crush—when it truth, she received the first letter from the person who killed her in the future.

Derith examined the envelope with a magnifying glass, checking every corner. She sniffed it carefully in search of any toxic smell.

But it smelt like strawberry. She loved the scent.

It is not suspicious. Lets open it.

The lines were there written messily. It looked like the handwriting of doctors back in her previous life.

Don tell anyone anything anywhere about what happened that day. If you do, you are dead. Remember, its anything. So, don just write a letter back to me only asking about what that anything is.

Rione Ron Rejuvinx_

”Does, does he want me to normally write him a letter then? Thats a major improvement. ” Derith raise her hand in the air and bumped it into the air.

”I feel like dancing, my goodness. ”

Derith quickly took out her fountain pen and paper to write a letter. She faced the paper with a determined face but soon burst into laughter. She felt all giddy once again imagining about avoiding her death flag.

”What to write? Hmm. ”

She wondered.

”First the greetings. Then the main thing. ”

Greetings, Your Highness. I hope you have been doing well after your fifteenth birthday. I am very happy for you. And thank you for that small token of help back during the dance. And I will take that secret to my grave! Never worry for I, Derith will never break off my promise.

So, Your Highesss. I hope everything is going well, so far. And I hope we can be good friends in the future.

But its sad that I cannot see you as I will be starting for the Royal Academy after a month. But I am happy that you will be happy since you told me to never approach you. But—will it be okay, if we become letter friends?

Let me know.

Derith Evaya Enich…

Rione could see the girl as he activated a see-through spell on the page where he wrote the letter. He just felt like doing it for some unknown reasons.

The first thing he saw was her unruly pink hair as she opened the letter and took the page to her hand. He even flinched because her face was too close to the spell that he saw her entire face.

Next moment she put down the letter and squealed in excitement—he saw that too.

Then he heard rummaging and knew she was writing a letter for him instant.

He heard her laughing and muttering words of joy to herself. Too bad that he couldn see her as she already casted his letter away from in front of her eyes. All he could see was a ceiling.

He could hear her little breaths and her little giggles as she wrote leisurely. The sound of fountain pen echoed deep in him.

What improvement and what dancing? What am I. . .to her? he dismissed the spell at once realising the question he asked to himself.

”Right. She is weird. She wanted me to be ugly, mocked me and then wished me and then smiled and then she gave me a gift. Called Yoren handsome and Ugh, ” he frowned deeply.

”My my, if it isn my brother facing a love-ly problem, ” Rolilee said entering Riones room without permission. How could she just pass by when she heard what he said?

”I don know what you are talking about peasant. ”

”Then what were you talking about? ”

”What, oh? I was just disgusted. ”

”You should look in the mirror. ”

”What, why? ” Rione looked at the mirror wall that was in his room. He saw himself but he flinched slightly.

Why is my face so red? He touched his face unconsciously.

”If I had known that giving you a rose could soften your heart, then I would have gifted you a rose shop. ”

”Shut up! Theres nothing like that! ”

”Yeah afterall. She doesn like you, I can tell. Saw how she called Yoren handsome? But called you ugly? ” Rolilee teased.

”So what if she does? People have different eyes. ” He clenched his hand.

”Are you mocking that my face is ugly? ”

”No no. How could I? You look like me the most afterall. So, naturally, you are handsome. But Princess Derith had really unique taste. She even gave you a simple rose. You accepted it too. ”

Rolilee indeed thought that the girl had weird tastes. Starting from her eyes twinkling at the wrong person and to her grinning. It was all weird. But angels smiled at everyone after all.

She wasn exactly an angel, Rolilee wasn .

”I threw it. The rose. And now I am going to throw you like that too. ”

”I am leaving, okay okay, ” Rolilee stood up from the sofa and walked out of the room but not before stating the obvious.

”By the way, what special rose is in that corner? On top of that, in a vase which was always empty? ”

She was kicked out with a snap of his finger.