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In the beautiful valley of Empire Blackstone, the sun was hiding behind the towering green rocks.

The noisy birds started returning to their nests in the evening, and the playing water of the river had also collapsed and slept in one place.

As soon as the sun disappeared, the blackbird started spreading its four hundred wings rapidly, so that in just a few moments, the entire area "Blackstone" was covered by it.

On the arrival of the night, outside these small round wooden houses spread in an orderly manner on this land full of colorful flowers, the burning candles everywhere started flickering like a print made in semi-diagonal lines.

Right in the middle of the line of high mountains and on the top of the biggest mountain, the magnificent "Blackstone Palace" was bathed in lights from the whole climate.

A maid entered one of the countless rooms of the palace, turned on the light and turned away. As soon as the light came on, the fragile creature lying on the velvet bed started moaning.

Long black strands were spread on the bed as if a spring of black water was flowing in different directions. And then, after a while lazily changing the crotch, she induced herself to get up.

As soon as she sat up, those long black tresses straightened on her back and some hair falling from the shoulders became a halo around her face.

Along with the natural beauty in Blackstone Empire, there was also immense beauty in habitants.

But at that time, that teenage girl sitting absent-mindedly on that bed was the youngest and most beautiful princess of this kingdom.

Her complexion was like shining white milk, skin so transparent that it shone like silver in the light, existence like delicate and soft silk. Inky red big eyes and lips as red as dripping blood.

Her hair was very long, equal to her full height. She used to sleep all day and wake up all night walking near a lake near her palace and talking to plants, trees and animals, birds.

It was still dusk where Blackstone's people would go to sleep, she was now getting up and getting out of bed.

She was wearing a soft shining silk dress. She removes the delicate pink foot from the bed and places it on the ground.

By the time she woke up, her special servants had arranged for her bath. Rose leaves dissolved in milk were prepared for her.

She was sitting on the side of the tank with her hair open, and then a servant girl went ahead and wrapped her long silky hair and lowered it into the tank. That special royal soap made of pearls and rose flowers was held in her hand and the maids left.

She took off her royal dress and got down in this milk basin (a round big deep part for bathing which was made in the bathroom in ancient times).

The maids were taking out her clothes outside.

When she took a bath, her royal dress was removed and kept in the room.

The completely white gown-like frock that went up to the feet was very large.

The frock was tight to the delicate waist. Beyond that was the open girdle that was rolled up. On her feet, she wore expensive and closed shoes of a unique style.

Two maids together wrapped her long hair and made a couple in the shape of a flower, in which small white flowers were placed in places.

After having dinner, she usually went out of the most hidden palace.

The reflection of the full moon shining in the clear water of the lake was clear. She was sitting on one of the stones lying on the ground full of flowers. Her delicate silk-like body was shining in the moonlight.

She was engrossed in her world while talking to the plants around and the tall trees standing behind the sky.

Due to the strong wind, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. An unfamiliar scent hit her nostrils and she was shocked.

She woke up and started chasing this scent, walking along the banks of the river, she was moving forward, she stopped when she reached a bunch of trees, her eyes widened in surprise.

Someone's arm was visible in a cave in the root of a huge old tree. This stranger has been here since morning. Who knows how he got here. He seems to be a resident of a different world.

The sleepy tree opened its eyes and looked at her.

"Get him out brag. Is this an enemy? Do you have a secret path to a distant state inside you?”

She looked curiously at this place and asked the name of the tree. The tree extended some branches and pushed the creature out completely.

"No, princess. I have been hearing whispers for years, and this seems to be a separate existence, no such person can be found in Innerland.”

The tree bent down in surprise and examined this being carefully. A tall, handsome young man with a golden complexion, with a strange outfit on his body that no one had ever seen.

Around this creature, the small animals around the princess and the plants on the ground also raised their heads and started looking with curiosity and eagerness.

She also sat on her knees beside him and started looking at him. Then she wanted to touch his face by extending her hand.

"Stop. Don't touch him, princess. You know your touch will bring it to life. Who is it? He looks very dangerous." The old tree Brag stopped her out of sheer fear. Innocent animals and plants also moved away from fear.

“Look at his hands and feet and this chest. How strong is this being? And this height. Look at his face. So serious." Old Brag was stooping and touching him from place to place with one of his branches.

Everyone had examined him, rolling their eyes.

"Brag, he's not dangerous, he's beautiful. Look at him. I have not seen such a young man in the whole kingdom of Blackstone.” She started looking at him with lust in her golden eyes, she found this face good, so good that she started looking at him carefully.

Golden glowing complexion, thick black eyelashes on big eyes. A steep nose and pink lips. He was sleeping or about to die, his breathing was very slow, his pulse was also stopping.

His face was covered with mud in places; his clothes were also covered with mud in places.

She slid down and looked at his outstretched hand, a strong hand with long fingers. Bringing her hand to his, she began to compare, her waxy delicate white hands seemed so small.

She smiled; she was looking at him over and over again. Every time, on re-watching, he looked better.

"Princess. He will wake up." Old Brag saw him getting closer and closer and looked at him helplessly.

"I want to wake him up. I want to see the color of his eyes and hear his voice.” She had made a decision, she was sitting on her toes with her knees off the ground, and the position was such that she was ready to run away. Brag opened his eyes and looked at this being.

All the animals took care and went away. Rabbit, that little baby deer, little wild mouse and those night blooming plants, those plants with big golden flowers. All were taken care of.

Who knows, if he wakes up, fire will spread everywhere. Or when he speaks, let the lightning turn the earth to ashes. It may be that wherever you look, the ink is spreading. The place will be deserted.

Old Bragg wanted to scare him. He stopped his hand while growing. There was fear in the eyes.

"It may also happen that if he wakes up, these little plants of ours will grow up. When he spoke, the water of the river began to scatter music. Everywhere he looks, the color like the golden sun spreads. He looks like a soft-hearted prince of a beautiful valley."

Standing by the side of old Brag, the long-headed "Neemer" with green branches bowed forward and looked at this young man and said. Her words inspired everyone. All those plants that were away from this young man started looking forward, the animals also started coming closer, and the princess once again leaned closer and started looking at him. The truth was visible in Neemar's words. The color of the eyes and expressions of the viewers were changing along with everything, sometimes they felt fear and sometimes excitement.

The young man's face sometimes looked scary with everything, sometimes it felt soft and bright. The princess extended her soft pink hand like soft silk and touched this lovely face.

The eyelids started twitching, the lips started twitching. All of them were eagerly checking the movements and expressions in that silent face.