Seven

— I'm starting to think you don't know the term "deal." Because if you did, you'd know both parties should win something. But if your "type" of agreement works like this, it means there is only one winning side -

— Correct! -Agreed. And the winning side is mine!

"Of course it is!"

But since I know you're not the "type" you agree to lose, I'm going to give you the freedom you want so badly.

"Funny how freedom around here, is hardly negotiable!"

— You can ride your horse around, as long as you don't hurt my dance!

"Oops, now I'm starting to like it!"

— Right... -o eye fixed. - Now that we've come to an agreement, may I ask what dance this is and why do you need all this production?

— First, because you're queen and you're also going to be wearing the crown.

I remember using this crown on the day of my coronation, an item so powerful that only that word could define it. Crafted in white gold, with a light rose blend connecting various blue diamonds. To use it was only allowed on occasions that the King considered very important. Few people had access to that wealth and not even I knew where it was hidden.

— Second, I need to introduce you to some friends and also to my main investor.

"Looks like an auction where I'm the commodity!"

— Why don't you set up a simple meeting instead of a dance? -Question. -I'm sure some friends and their "main investor" can fit into the office! -ironizo.

— If you can put 500 people in my conference room, I can cancel the event without any problem!

"FIVE HUNDRED PEOPLE?"

— Do you have five hundred friends? -fico without blinking.

— Boba! -ele laugh. Anyone who's very rich is my friend. And these are just a few high-class people.

"Is this serious?"

— Don't you worry about having people like that around in your house?

— For God's sake, stop being boring! -ele turns his eyes, angry. You want me to mix with the poor? -falou's throwing a pillow at me. Now put this mess together and be ready for when I get there!

— Where are you going? -disse on the pillow.

— Why do you want to know?

— Because I'm your wife! -rebato.

— The day you start acting like a wife, I decide if I owe you satisfied!

"What more does he want from me?"

— Now I have to go! -ele shoves his wallet into his social pants pocket and then opens the door through it. Don't forget our deal, Mila! -avisou m knocking on the door.

"Ridiculous!"

— WHERE'S MY COFFEE? - with the staff outside.

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"I don't know what's inside my head, but the stupidity must have taken over everything in here..."

I never imagined I'd come back to this place, actually, I came, but only in my dreams. What was inside that hole went far beyond reality and to know if I wasn't crazy, I had to go back, preferably awake.

Through the darkness, I'm dragging the tip of my fingers through the stone wall as a support. The sound of the sea and the little clarity ahead was the sign that I was close to achieving my possible death.

"Woman from heaven..."

When I get to the end, or at the beginning, I see that same scary creature, landed on the ground. This time I promised myself I wouldn't run, or be afraid to get close. Of course I'm not going to run towards it, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop trying a possible connection.

"The easiest connection to happen here is mine with God!"

I walk quietly on the sand, as a child moves at dawn to get to the refrigerator. He knows I'm here, even if he didn't take the trouble to turn his big head to me. You must be watching me from the corner of your eyes and wondering who this crazy woman is. The problem is that when I pass the first stone, still meters away from us, its giant wings swing, making my body freeze. He didn't do it just to get the sand off his hard hoof, he also moved his paws towards me, leaving the whole ground wincing with his strength and weight.

"RUN, RUN, RUN!"

The little demon that lives in my head tells me to run, but I prefer to pretend to be a statue, without showing sudden movements. Not even my eyes are able to move, since my last action was to shut them down with fear.

I could see it in my thoughts as a darkened shadow was covering my eyelids. His prickly syrup, his black body wrapped in a red, that muscular lizard appearance with sharp teeth.

"Honestly, it's better to keep your eyes open, rather than having to deal with the ghastly animal my brain is creating!"

That's where I take courage and look at him.

—M-shit... -cochicho with my heart a thousand.

Paws, giant paws. His claws are inches from my body. Your size should be about 30 meters. If this isn't the time to die, then I don't know what it is.

Unexpectedly, your head moves down to my height. He taps me with his dragon eyes, which behind the green lets it show a certain calm, giving me a sense of shelter. That color was common among us, only his was sad, was loaded with a dark past making me understand that this was not his home but his hiding place.

I'm wondering why he hasn't swallowed me yet, but I suspect he also felt such a "connection" when we look at each other. It may not be magic, but at least it was the exact reason I accepted that it actually existed.

"OPA!"

— No, no, no... -reclamo little guy with a face face.

"HELP, GOD!"

He smells me. That's right, i'm going to get Your sharp teeth and your mouth smelling of fresh flesh invade my norins causing a wrap in my stomach. What scares me the most is the warmth of her breath, how hot she is just because he's sniffing me out. My skin gets to sting with the temperature.

"Imagine what comes out of that mouth when he really decides to use his power!"

—P-please... -peço taking a step back.

He soon remakes his posture, as one who understands my panic, but his gesture of pity lasts little when he takes flight, activating my adrenaline that makes my legs shoot out of place.

I run from there, wasting no time with illusions and false promises. I don't want to swear never to come back, much less fantasize about crazy things in my head. Enough of thinking this is all a lie. What I have left is to keep that secret and learn as much as I can about these creatures.

— Wait!

"NO, IT CAN'T BE!"

"OH, MY GOD!"

—Xamante? -sou possessed by the demon of worry.

"GUYS, HOW AM I GOING TO GET BACK IN TIME TO THE PALACE, IF MY HORSE IS GONE?"

— Fuck! -fico super. XAMANTE! -o't call screaming.

This dance will still take a while to begin, however, in a few hours that beauty team will arrive at the mansion. If I break the deal with the King, or even delay it for two minutes, I'm going to be sentenced to an eternity of torture.

"Run, beloved. There's going to be time!"

— Damn it!

Far, far away indeed.

"If the stable was already a good walk, it's because you can't imagine how far it is from the cave to the palace."

The image of Thomas locking me in a tower like Rapunzel and Princess Fiona is what make me run as fast as I can to get home on time.

So I run, I run, I run a little bit more, I stop for five seconds and I run again. Almost forty minutes later, I reach the main door.

— I'M HERE! -anuncio supported to her knees like an Olympian.

— The people you're going to fix it are already waiting for you, my Queen! -avisou with your angry butler face.

—M-m-but already? -travo's on the "but" a hundred times.

— Why are you so panting?

— F-I went to explore the terrain and in the end I ended up losing myself to Xamante ...

— I know... -ele me off. - I advise you not to go so far, there are parts of the palace that we do not walk and do not even know!

— Okay! -concordo, still pulling oxygen. Why didn't you tell me before the team was going to be here early?

— The King made some adjustments to the time over time, but there would be no way your Majesty would know since you left your cell phone at home!

— I'm not as attached to cell phones as you usually are!

— Because if you want to have more "freedom" as you did today, I suggest you learn to walk with your phone! -ele's threatening by raising my phone at the height of your chest.

I bow my lips in a very fake smile to him and take the device at my fingertips with as much debauchery as I can.

— Like you, order! -sou ironic.

— If you wish, I can call a doctor to make sure you weren't hurt in your race.

"Whoa, now he's being nice?"

— No, you don't need that, I'm fine!

— So why haven't you come up and get ready?

The idiot's face I get now can be funnier than the debauchery i used to.

"Guys, did they open the hell gate?"

"Because I've never seen so much male scrotum!"

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