The Salem Princess

Salem, eight o'clock in the evening, in the bedroom. (The room has a pool) "Miss.... The madam is calling you for dinner." a woman dressed as a maid stood at the edge of the pool, the girl turned her head. "It's late, don't play in the water too long or you'll get sick. The weather has been getting windy lately .." the girl sighed softly and got up from the pool. "Yeah, I'll be there. Tell mom I'm going to change first." Vivian nodded A pair of slender legs stepped smoothly on the black marble floor, white skin as soft as snow cake, fingers that looked fragile, the sound of anklets rattling accompanied each step. A light evening gown moving in the wind, beautifully painted legs and arms, a tall and slender body, wavy brown hair, cute little pink lips, clear and seductive green eyes.... She smiled looking at the starless sky, accompanied by her favorite flower tea. The weather getting colder didn't make her intend to go in and continue to sit outside the room feeling... empty... As usual... Her mother, who had just arrived, smiled at her daughter who was daydreaming at night. "Dyvette, why did you refuse young master Andreas' proposal?" Laila sit down join after said that. "I don't like him." Short answer "Andreas comes from a good and respected family. I won't let just any man be your husband either." Dyvette didn't answer, Like her mother before, Dyvette's beauty is also very famous throughout the mainland (Salem). Many have proposed to her but Dyvette keeps refusing, she is not interested in marriage. There wasn't a guy who wouldn't like her once they met, she had a charm that was hard to resist. She was nicknamed the Princess of Salem. Salem is not an independent country, they are still under the rule of Kadesh, they pay taxes to the kingdom. But who knows, Salem is known as a business city, a city that is more developed than its neighboring cities. And that nickname has nothing to do with her title.. She is so beautiful, like a princess.. This afternoon, the son of a party leader in Kadesh came to propose to her, but Dyvette refused vehemently saying that she didn't like him and that he didn't deserve her. Laila could only surrender, from where did she get such a brave and barbaric nature? Her mouth is very bitter. "I'm twenty years old, not that old. Why would you want me to leave you so quickly." Laila smiled warmly at Dyvette's answer, even if she could, she actually didn't want to let her daughter get married, so that she would be by her side forever. "If only it could be like this. After all I don't need men, I can still live without them." Laila chuckled. "For now maybe not, I'm sure one day you'll find him. Someone who will make you whine at me asking to marry." Dyvette smiled amused at her mother's words "Is that a curse?" Laila laughed. Dyvette bent her face in disgust It was clear her daughter was getting married, Laila wasn't a hypocrite, she also needed a man, but she preferred to focus on Dyvette. "Tomorrow there is a Festival at the City Hall, how about we go there? You haven't been to events like that in a long time, have you?" Laila stroked Dyvette's hair affectionately. "Who knows you will meet a handsome white horse prince.." Dyvette hugged her mother tighter "I'll go if I'm with mother. But not to look for a prince on a white horse, where there is a prince who still rides a horse today." Laila smiled, Zephyr must be happy to see her daughter has grown into a beautiful and elegant woman. It's just that her demeanor is a little different from an ordinary girl. Dyvette is too brave and a bit of an upper hand, a true descendant of Assad. All this time Laila had tried as much as possible to keep life or stories about the kingdom from Dyvette, she didn't want Dyvette to know about her origins. This is the only way to protect her from those bastards.. They had lived peacefully as ordinary citizens here, far from Kadesh. She enjoyed her life as a single parent to Dyvette and decided not to marry for life. She still met with Assad because Assad still wanted to be responsible to his daughter, even though he never wanted to reveal his whereabouts to Dyvette. Assad has also taught her to do business, at first Assad only told her to live in peace as a reward for taking care of her daughter, but Laila did not want to stand by Assad forever. Therefore, she chose to stand in her own. Back to topic.. "I heard that Prince Kadesh is very handsome, he is still young but has a lot of achievements in the military. Have you met him?" (Laila's heart beats faster) "Of course I've seen him. You don't intend to go after him, do you? He's two years younger than you, dear." Laila became a little worried. "Why do you look worried? I don't intend to chase after him, I'm self-aware too ma'am." Dyvette chuckled at her mother's reddened face, it was nothing. "We are indeed very rich, but we are not royalty. We are only businessmen, of course we will not be able to have more contact with them. Alma's cousin is betrothed to the prince of Kadesh, that's why I know about him. Alma told me." Laila nodded in understanding. "Oh, I see." Actually, Laila is a little worried about Dyvette's fame in Salem, even after turning fifteen, Laila is getting stricter and hiding Dyvette from the public, she doesn't want Dyvette's life to reach the ears of the Royal Family. Even so, lots of rich men want to make Dyvette their wife, even that has happened since Dyvette's sixteenth birthday, that's why Dyvette shut herself up. Dyvette feels uncomfortable, Laila feels relieved because she doesn't have to force her to stay at home like an evil stepmother. "It's late, go to sleep." Divette nodded. Laila kissed her forehead before leaving. 'Yes... I'm happy even though I'm single, does everyone have to get married? Mothers can be happy even if they are not married. My father must be such an asshole to make my mother not want to get married. The love that mother shows is a painful love.. We are happy to have each other. I'm happy only with mom.. I don't want to get married...!' ?????? Dyvette has lived a life of luxury since moving to Salem, it's all a gift from the person who doesn't want Laila to mention his name, her father, ensuring that their lives remain prosperous and prosperous. Laila has a mining business, a clothing business, a jewelry shop, a food stall, and a transportation business. Now that times are more advanced, Laila has collaborated with business people from abroad, and until now only Laila has a motorized vehicle business. She traded these four-wheeled vehicles and sold well among the upper class. Although horse-drawn carriages are still the dominant vehicle, but now that four-wheeled vehicles have also become known to the people of Salem, those who use cars will be highly respected because having a motorized vehicle means that that person has a high caste. Dyvette is known as the daughter of a conglomerate who is arrogant, she refuses many applications, until now she is twenty years old and she is not married, even though a seventeen year old girl is late getting married there. Dyvette thought, people should get rid of the narrow-mindedness that requires women to live only to marry and serve their husbands. For example, her mother, at first, Laila was talked about as a bad woman (b***h) because she had a child without a husband, and again, she was the first woman to enter the business world. Even though many rivals tried to bring her down, she remained strong and was able to slap all the minds of those who scorned him in the past. Now Laila is respected, known as the second richest person in Salem. Number one is the mayor, whose son Dyvette rejected last year on the grounds she didn't want to get married. Her daughter is amazing! When all the young women yearn for the mayor's son, she refuses him. But Laila also can't force and change her daughter's way of thinking, as long as she's happy, Laila will agree to whatever Dyvette wants ????? Today Dyvette went hunting accompanied by several bodyguards. Hunting is her favorite activity, although she is often reprimanded by her mother, but Dyvette never wants to stop and often goes quietly. Dyvette wanted to eat mountain deer liver, her habitation close to the sea did not allow many four-legged animals to live in the wild, so she went some distance from the city. Dyvette was riding a horse while looking concernedly at the scenery around her, she was passing through a village. Vivian followed behind. Vivian is like a friend because they are not too far apart in age, Dyvette requires Vivian to be able to ride a horse because she will often be invited to hunt. The people's houses in the village were very uninhabitable by Dyvette standards, even the horse stables were much better than this, the houses which were usually made of wood looked very fragile, wouldn't they be cold at night with the house conditions like that ? What if it rains? Small children in shabby clothes running around and laughing cheerfully, well, at least they live happily even though their situation is far from prosperous. There was a grandma sitting in the yard embroidering, there was also drying clothes, Dyvette smiled when their eyes met. They are very friendly. Dyvette wondered, where did the government go blind not to see any of its citizens living in this poverty line? This is the unseen dark side of Salem It seems Dyvette wants to make a housing complex in this place so they can live comfortably. Should she whine to Laila? Not long after passing through the village, Dyvette arrived at a wide meadow at the edge of the forest, she had to pass through the field before going inside to hunt. There were many sheep eating grass, there were also cows being herded by an old man, the man was sitting dreaming under a tree. Dyvette greeted him as she walked past. "Excuse me, Sir." Vivian and the three bodyguards behind her stopped because Dyvette stopped. The old man raised his face, he looked a bit surprised. Then he looked behind and saw that there were several other people riding horses behind her. "I'm just an old shepherd in shelter, did I get in your way, Miss? Please forgive me." The man prostrated and clasped his hands, just looking at her he already knew that Dyvette was no ordinary woman, clean clothes of expensive cloth, riding a horse, plus a large tall bodyguard behind her. "It's okay, are the sheep yours?" Dyvette asked, she felt bad, did she look so scary that the person was scared? The old man looked at the sheep who were quietly eating grass, then lowered his head again, Dyvette felt sorry for the wrinkles that were already wet with sweat, the person looked very nervous. "No, Miss. I am herding my master's cows." actually Dyvette was just casually asking about the sheep, but now she knew that it turned out to be someone's worker. "Oh." Dyvette nodded slowly "Go on with your work, good afternoon." Dyvette continued to ride her horse without waiting for the person's answer, her heart like being sliced ​​to see that he was still working at his old age. Dyvette was silent thinking, all the way she spent after meeting the old man was contemplating, all this time she was not the type of girl who liked to spend money, even though she was a bit arrogant when it came to marriage proposals, but actually deep down she was the type of woman understanding and a little lonely. According to her matchmaking between rich people is boring, a prince who marries a noble's daughter, a rich man marries a rich woman, a rich man marries a poor girl, she thinks the story is too classic. Dyvette wanted something different, but until now she had not met a person who could stir her heart. Srarak.... Srarak... (Sound of leaves rubbing against horse's feet) Dyvette raised her right hand in the air, the code to stop, she got off the horse then gently stroked its mane before handing the horse to one of the guards, then the bodyguard tied it to a tree. Dyvette's silver bow has killed dozens of wild animals over the course of her career, Dyvette loves the weapon so much, she has many types of bows in her private room. Even though her mother, Laila, doesn't like archery, Dyvette has always been interested in it since she was a child and has mastered it skillfully. Laila was always proud of Dyvette's abilities, she said, she was a sweet little archer. **** Dyvette waited for his prey behind a big tall tree, the forest wasn't too dark, it tended to be open to the size of a forest at the foot of the mountain. Many medicinal plants and wild fruits grew there, Dyvette didn't dare to go any further because Laila had said that in the forest there was a lot of danger. She didn't want to take the risk if she met a lot of beasts, she wasn't good at martial arts. Dyvette didn't want to die young before having an offspring, she didn't want to be the cause of her generation ending. Yes even though she always vows that she doesn't need a man... But sometimes... "Esther...!" "Esther..." "Esther...!" The sound of a man's scream managed to stop her aim, Dyvette cursed inwardly. The deer ran quickly after the damn sound was heard. A young man in shabby clothes was walking frantically looking around. "Esther...!" Dyvette thought: Damn, just who is Esther to make this man scream so loudly looking for her, is that person deaf huh?! "Hey! Can you stop screaming in the middle of the forest like this? My ears are bleeding, because of you my prey escaped!" The man turned his head, then approached after Dyvette finished speaking, the annoyance in her voice was felt by him. "Excuse me, Miss. I was looking for an ewe, did you see her?" Now they were face to face, only three meters apart. Dyvette thought again: What did he say? Sheep? So Esther is a sheep? You i***t, even if you scream until your neck is cut off the sheep won't answer and come to you! Dyvette replied curtly, "Do I look like I've seen an ewe?" The man frowned in confusion. Dyvette thought again: If you look at it, it turns out to be pretty good. He was tall, though not very burly, his skin was exotic brown, his black hair was a bit messy, his clothes were ugly, he looked like a poor man, but his face was so handsome... Drops of sweat on his forehead, temples, neck, then on the man's arms made his skin look even more... Seeing that Dyvette was silent, the man asked in a gentle and careful voice, "Miss?" Dyvette snapped out of her daydream. Forget what she was thinking just now, what the heck, why is she thinking like that?! "I do not see it." Dyvette looked away. "Death to me, master must be very angry!" Dyvette glanced, the man's hands were shaking, he was sweating more and more, he looked very scared. It's also a pity for him to be scolded by his master. Seems like that person's master was so fierce that he was shaking like that.. Dyvette felt sorry for him. "Isn't she your sheep?" the man shook his head "No, I'm just a shepherd." Dyvette nodded slowly. The man looked down, looking very sad. Should she help him? To be Continue