The Salem Princess

Chapter 5 : Transition

Three months later

Dyvette was pacing restlessly in her room, there was a visit from the deputy mayor and her son. Laila was chatting with them downstairs, it must be a marriage proposal again. Dyvette is bored!

Is this what is called 'Beauty is Painful'?

What kind of dilemma is too pretty?

Does she have to pretend to be dead then change her appearance and become a new character?

What a headache, why can't she live peacefully without being haunted by a wedding shadow? so far she is happy even though she is not married! Dyvette is really fed up..

Vivian was embroidering quietly, unaffected by Dyvette who kept pacing in front of her.

Vivian and her embroidery, even if there is an earthquake and tsunami, she will still easily embroider.

The door to her room was open.

"Honey... Come downstairs, meet them. Just tell them if you don't want to get married, mom won't force you to accept him even if he looks like a good man." Laila said that after closing the bedroom door.

For a long time there was a rumor in the city that if Princess Salem rejected the proposal of the crown prince, it became a byword for two weeks in a row without stopping.

Neither Laila nor herself bothered, they chose not to answer if someone asked about it. Dyvette thought they would know themselves and no more men would propose after rumors that she rejected a crown prince. It turned out to be wrong....

She regretted not telling the truth if she had rejected the prince! If only her mother didn't forbid, saying "We shouldn't have the slightest bit of trouble with people from the kingdom" Alright, Dyvette relents...

Meanwhile, elsewhere, at the same time...

Ankhamun has been on the Emerald Island for more than a month.

Ankhamun was struggling with the files piled up on the table before him. Tahtah as usual, always with him.

His companion was very useful even though he had a bucket mouth, therefore Ankhamun still let him live even though he was often angered. While Joseph was fast asleep beside the table.

The conditions in Emerald are in a state of alert, Ankhamun was assigned to supervise by Jamal, he said many illegal immigrants were suspicious, especially after there were cases of robbery and kidnapping in the city, burglary of jewelry shops, which he said the robbers had foreign faces, coupled with pirate ships that for the past few weeks they have been seen circling in the eastern sea for whatever purpose they are circling there.

Last week Ankhamun managed to catch someone who had sneaked through the surveillance forest, after being interrogated for three days, tortured continuously, the person remained silent and finally died horribly.

Ankhamun sighed, glancing at Joseph who was still sleeping so peacefully. At times like this, Ankhamun always carried Joseph everywhere, his beloved cat in a few days would have his seventh birthday.

If Ankhamun was tired, he would be excited again after seeing him. While everyone trembled at the sight of Joseph, including Tahtah despite his frequent encounters and closeness with the animal, Joseph acted like a sweet dog only to Ankhamun.

Several soldiers came in to report, they said that today the villagers are still doing their usual activities, but the fishermen still don't dare to sail further after the bodies of three young women were found on the coast this morning.

"What about the pirates? Were they seen again today?"

"Today they didn't show up, prince. But I suspect that more will come. The person who died yesterday during interrogation seems to be one of their spies."

Ankhamun nodded, he was silent for a long time.

"How many villages are there on the coast?"

"There are three fishing villages, many small children and teenagers, if the pirates really dare to attack, what will we do?" Answer one of them.

Ankhamun massaged his dizzy forehead. Where is the commander in chief at a time like this? Why was he assigned? On an island in the middle of nowhere in the far east of Kadesh, many bad things could happen.

Seeing how vast the ocean is ahead, sometimes Ankhamun feels pessimistic. His father was so hearthless, no wonder his mother wept bitterly when she let him go.

"How many cannons do we have now?"

"There are About thirty more, is it time for them to be used?"

"Put them in every watchtower, put five above the gates, on every wall there must be, and have gunners ready. If there must be war, then we shall go to war!"

"Do we need to tell His Majesty about this?" ask someone there

"No need, just a few pirates, I can handle it." Tahtah was astonished to hear Ankhamun's words this time, if there really is going to be a fight against pirates, shouldn't His Majesty know? His Majesty will definitely send troops and weapons here.

"They are very cruel, many virgins are kidnapped, and returned in the form of corpses after a few days. This is really outrageous." said hatefully one of the three people there.

Ankhamun tapped his fingers on the table, he looked deep in thought, look at his furrowed brows.

If the pirates were to come even more, they would definitely lose in terms of numbers. But his father was that stubborn, meaning that his expectations were very high, he only brought one hundred level six troops here.

Now that it all depended on his intelligence, he had to prepare the perfect tactic. He didn't want to disappoint his father.

"I heard the pirates still believe in witch and superstitions."

"I heard that too, Your Majesty."

"One of my spies said there is a famous female shaman here, she lives alone in the jungle west of the island, instruct her to make something that can be seen from fifty meters from the sea, to warn the pirates if they dare to appear again."

They nodded.

"Very well, Your Majesty."

Tahtah said: "Prince, I heard that the shaman rarely accepts guests, let alone orders. She is a miserable woman whose husband died, she thinks that studying demonic arts will bring her dead husband back to life. What if she is just a crazy woman?" Tahtah doubted if the woman would do what Ankhamun said. Although Tahtah was a bit skeptical about mystical things, but as long as his master believed, he would go along.

Everyone looked towards Tahtah now.

Ankhamun wrote something, he was so serious about the paper in front of him, several times he had dipped peacock feathers in the ink, then he got up and took something.

Ankhamun was there for a long time.

"Give her this letter, and this." Ankhamun gave him a wooden box that had been padlocked.

"I heard she hates pirates a lot too, that gift will please her." Ankhamun smiled meaningfully.

After saluting, the four of them left the room.

Ankhamun lay down his aching body. He leaned against the end of the bed.

Joseph got up, the lion walked slowly to Ankhamun, then laid his head on the man's lap. Ankhamun stroked Joseph's head affectionately.

Tahtah glanced without turning his head, the big cat was sleeping again. Oh Lord....

Joseph looks very regal, he wears a headdress full of gems and gold, the necklace is magnificent, typical Egyptian jewelry, the necklace was a gift from his grandfather, Maatre IV, on Joseph's fifth birthday two years ago.

"I'll be patrolling tonight, prepare the bullets and sharpen this sword." Ankhamun threw down his sword and was perfectly captured by Tahtah.

"Prince, what are you patrolling for?" he asked in surprise. Actually Tahtah was worried, in a state of alert like this, the prince might have been targeted by the enemy.

"I'm not a cowardly spoiled child, Tahtah. I haven't exercised in a long time, tonight I'm going to train with a live person." Ankhamun closed his eyes after saying that.

He had to sleep, it was going to be a long night. Ankhamun's hunch says if there will be movement tonight.. ️ ️ ️ ️ ️ ️ ️

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"Ha. ha. ha.."

The sound of swords waving in the air and the sound of slashing at the wooden scarecrow echoed through the room

Laila clapped her hands, Lucas was panting with sweat pouring down his body.

"Madam..." Lucas smiled, then bowed.

"You've made a lot of progress, Lucas. Continue your training, I'll be watching from here."

Lucas saluted. Then he resumed after his coach gave instructions.

Laila sat gracefully watching Lucas, his coach said that Lucas learns fast. Maybe in a year or two he'll be able to become a second-class warrior hunter.

Laila smiled proudly.

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Time goes by..

Lucas is busy with his training..

Dyvette returns to focus on attending the dance class she previously left.

Meanwhile Ankhamun continued to fight and serve the country.

He managed to solve the problems in the east with a resounding success.

Ankhamun came home with the head of the Pirate King and displayed it in front of the palace. Jamal smiled proudly seeing Ankhamun holding the head and showing it as he walked in.

While his mother just sobbed happily to see her son returned safely.

Everything is working properly,,,,

Until...

Years passed...