Unnamed Memory

There are no words.

Talking to you won't return it.

Nobody told me anything.

Every day they just serve a meal and let it live. It's like a grass tree you can see through a window, that's all the time.

I don't have a name for myself. I don't even know who.

The only time to rest your mind in such a life is when you're dreaming. Only when someone whispers a kind word to themselves, such an obscure illusion.

So she wanders into her dreams and lives half as a resident of the world of fantasy. Get a slight consolation from an immaterial opponent and keep the spirit.

But the life that seemed forever the same also marks a sudden end one day.

That came sooner than her own death, which she thought would come one day, the day the war burned her inhabited castle.

I hear screams from outside the window.

To the first voice I heard, "Oh, that's the scream," she thought.

An unusual odor to snort. I don't know that's the smell of things burning. I just saw white smoke and felt blurred wondering how smoke and clouds were different.

Screaming, yelling, she's not sure what they mean to scream either. If you don't know what the words point to, it's just sound.

She has an overwhelming lack of experience.

So I don't know, I just waited. Something different pushes me to the front of me.

The sound of iron ringing, rushing footsteps.

They all stop in front of the door that locks her up.

The talk is followed by the sound of breaking the key. - - Do they know what that really means?

The door opens.

Air flows in. The wind swept through the room.

She looks back. Looking back, I see the man who was before me.

The man with blue eyes breathed in her gaze.

Annelli was a small country in the southeast of the continent.

A peaceful country that exists apart from one country from Kisk, the great power.

Most of the people use two thirds of their narrow national territory to grow cotton and make cotton, and sell it to other countries to live.

But for the past year, neighboring Ross Circ has been putting pressure on Anneli to become a nation.

Only cotton production swallowed up the gain Anneli, and the surrounding countries were tilting their necks to see what the benefits were, but I mean the other countries. There is no reason to intervene.

That's how the pressing situation was going on one day - at last Rossark attacked Anneli.

Kicking through a barely numbered army, Rossack's army quickly dropped the castle as they marched violently down the streets with nothing to block them from.

Oltween, king of Rozsark, mocks the defeated nation, wondering if he was under all that pressure and didn't do anything about it.

The king of Annelli had already been seized on the battlefield.

The queen also said that the poison had been poisoned at the time Rozsark entered the castle. A corpse with a distorted face remained in the bedroom.

Oltveen orders his men to walk in a brave manner during the sight colored with blood.

"And then there was the young prince? If you find him, we'll take him hostage."

"Ha! Yes, I did!

Apart from the scattered soldiers, one general walks over. The general gave a report to the king that he would take the honor of his subordinates.

"We're capturing one of the ministers. I've already figured it out in the castle. But..."

"What's up?"

"That means there's a detachment used for claustrophobia."

"Closed?"

Oltween frowns. It is rare that there are such secrecy rooms in the castle. Keeping those in circumstances that cannot be put on the table locked up for life, that was something that remained in the royal family.

The question is whether it is still being used or, if so, who is locked up?

I perceive the king's question, and the general answers.

"You think the First Princess Rieschen is locked away in the distance"

"Princess? Was there a princess?"

That's the first story I've heard. Oltween blinks blue eyes.

Until now, Anneli was supposed to have only one prince.

I wonder why the hell you have a hidden princess.

- - I got interested.

If she is truly royal, she may be able to replace the escaped prince with a hostage. Most importantly, Oltveen learned to be a captive princess.

Ask for the place, and with the general he heads off on his own.

I went inside, and when I got in front of the room in question, I broke the keys and chains that were tightly hung, and opened the door.

She seemed to be looking out the window of the room.

Looking back at the signs of the door opening, he stares at Oltveen.

At that moment he realized why she was locked up.

Long dark hair that reaches the floor.

I guess you haven't eaten enough, unusually thin, but white arms.

Sixteen or seven years old and the thought looks up to him without any emotion.

Beyond art, a horribly complete appearance. Large pitch-black eyes shot through Oltveen. Those who were following behind him breathe unexpectedly.

The colour of the hair, the colour of the eyes, and the beauty thereof, which neither the king nor the queen resemble.

Too conspicuously heterogeneous.

- That's why she was considered a "missing person".

Red lips move.

A clear voice sounded.

"What are you?

Everything's missing a voice.

Question not expecting an answer.

Has she ever pointed that voice at anyone else before? And did you ever get a reply?

So Oltween answers. grandiose, with even a disastrous grin.

"I am the man who destroyed your country today."

The woman tilts her neck gently.

The only thing that came to mind in the dark eyes was understanding, and no other anger, no mourning, appeared.

The neighbors didn't look good to the king who said he was taking Reeschen home.

A girl like a toddler, that she was locked up before she could feel it. But more than that, the beauty was the problem.

Wasn't the king fascinated by her? If that's the case, it's no trouble. - - The ministers feared so much and recommended that the princess be retained in Anneli.

But Oltveen withdrew their advice and decided to take her back to the country.

Using the transfer gates opened by the magicians, the king returns to Rozsark. Lima, the magician, whispered in his ear.

"Your Majesty, there's something I want to put in your ear..."

"What?"

"Princess Annelli's secluded detachment, that place was stretched with powerful ties. Dozens of junctions, not usual. That's..."

"You're saying it's for locking up Reeschen? It's ridiculous."

Oltveen smiled at Lima's anxiety.

"I would have simply used where it was originally. There's no way I'm putting up a tough line for one of those women. I am also a witch of the Miga..."

"Sire!"

"Don't be so angry. Witches and other relics of previous times. Wouldn't you?

"The life and death of a witch other than the one not called the Blue Moon Witch is yet to be known. He might still be breathing somewhere."

"Then you'll be lurking your breath as it is. You don't have to worry about it."

To the words of the rigid king, Lima seemed dissatisfied but shut up. The king returns to the castle, nodding at the condition.

It was already a matter of decision for him to get Rieschen.

Reeschen, who bathed in the water and dusted off and cut his overly long dark hair to the length of his waist, was more beautiful than any of the five side chambers of Oltveen, who had been in the back palace since the beginning. The samurai who were on the throne accidentally let out their sighs.

I was surprised when I heard that the king had brought home the princess of Anneli, who had been locked up, but this was not impossible either. It would be harder to ignore it.

Deep black eyes look around with strange gravity. While she was getting herself together, Rieschen was whining about that name all the time pointing to things everywhere like a toddler.

An unusual trick, you wouldn't have anything to say if this made me smile. But she remains faceless all the time. Even now Reeschen fingers the flowers decorated at the window and squeals "roses".

One of the samurai, Elsie, whispered in that ear.

"Your Majesty is here tonight, so I intend to."

"Your Majesty? The King?

"Yes, you are the one who brought you here."

"Oltveen. That's what I heard. He said he was the man who destroyed my country."

To a pale voice Elsie gets stuck with words. That's true. The king killed her parents and destroyed the country.

Anneli was hardly murdered by the people, but she lost her royal family and became a member of Rossack.

But there is no color of resentment in Reeschen's eyes. When she looked at the wall with a look she didn't know what she was thinking, she raised her white finger and said "watch".

Now it's like being with a baby. Will the king make her his own by power? Elsie slightly clouds her expression.

Reeschen suddenly looked back at her like that. Black eyes stare at her.

"What do you do with a princess? You listen to the king? Or should I die?

Elsie is stunned by the overly frank question.

She didn't even know her name. She doesn't know what it's like to be royal.

But what she did was beautiful, not just because of her appearance, and most importantly, she thought it was her attitude to ask what she should do as a princess, which was undoubtedly royal. Elsie cannot look directly into her eyes and answers with her eyes down.

"It is for the good of the people of your country to listen to the king and not to buy unhappiness."

"Yes."

The princess nods when she answers concisely. And then he covered his mouth with his hands for a small extension. I guess I'm tired. I've just been released from solitary confinement today.

Elsie felt pity for her.

"If you're tired, why don't you get some sleep? I will wake you in time when Your Majesty is here."

"Yeah...... then sleep"

In reply to Reeschen, Elsie led her to a wide sleeping area. Her body is too thin. She can lie down slowly.

The princess of the diaspora stopped the samurai from leaving in a courtesy.

"Elsie."

"What is it?"

"Thanks"

Warmless, but sincere words.

Elsie smiled and bowed her head when she glanced.

Only dreams are kind to her.

That's why I liked sleeping. Because in it you can talk to people.

Someone whispers to her that is still in her sleep.

Someone murmured with a calm, but feverish voice, as if standing right beside her.

I finally found it.

- Who?

Take you.

- Take me.

It's late. It matched my hard eyes.

- It's okay.

I'm sorry.

- It's okay...

I feel someone's hands comb my hair.

The warmth appeased her.

- Thank you. I'm fine.

The temperature answers her thoughts.

I felt the presence of people closer than any other dream I've ever had.

Such a sweet dream that I could cry.

And when she woke up, there was a little red dragon round the corner of the room sleeping.