New Dawn

{30} - I'm all you need!

Arisa P.O.V.

I watched silently as the pitiful elder who was knocked over by the sedan look at the old lady with a hint of reverence. It was as if he hadn't felt the blow, which I presumed was strong seeing as it made a loud noise upon impact.

"Prepare the banquet for to celebrate King Hiryuu's arrival!" 

"Y-Yes ma'am!"

The elder scrambled to his feet and immediately started delegating tasks to the other people that were serving Kija a while ago. The old lady nodded approvingly and swept her eyes across our group, only to stop when her gaze reached mine. Her eyes immediately turned sharp as she raked her eyes on my form. After scaring me half to death her eyes finally widened almost as if she realized something.

"M-make the banquet extra grander! It has to be grand enough to be worthy of the arrival of our king and the destined bride of the Hakuryuu!"

I couldn't help but widen my eyes. Destined bride? 

Oi Asphodel. I didn't sign up for this shit.

[I have no idea as to what you are referring to, Dearest.]

Cut the crap Asphodel. Why the hell am I a destined bride?

[You heard what Ik-su said. You are more special than you could ever imagine. You think just about anyone can summon a sleeping- ehem. Anyway point is, you freed me. That's proof enough.]

I wanted to question him further but I had a feeling he wouldn't answer. As soon as I returned to my senses I was greeted by the old lady's eyes that looked as if they grew larger by an inch in diameter. I masked my surprise and backed away whilst laughing awkwardly. Inwardly I was clutching my chest and was breathing heavily. I looked around and I saw Yona with her head hung low almost as if her spirit was crushed, I couldn't help but send the old lady a side glance. She was definitely the culprit.

"Wha-" Before I could even complain the old lady immediately grabbed a hold of my hair

"Long lustrous black hair tinged with dark purple,"

"Hey!" She let go of my hair and grabbed my face. "A palm sized face that could beckon any man's desire to protect."

"Watch it!" She stretched my eyelids wide, wide enough to hurt,
"Dark eyes that glitter and look as if they we endless pools of ink waiting to swallow you whole."

"Ouch!"

"Cheeks that are soft and plump, so fair and tender they seem as if they would redden at the slightest touch."

"That's-" She pulled away and raked her gaze over my form.

"Curvaceous and filled in just the right places that would put any prosti-woman to shame."

"You were going to say something weird, weren't you," I deadpanned and decided to put an end to this fanfare.
"Look that's enou-"

"So you are the Kokuryuu...I can't help but feel a bit disappointed." I chocked on my own spit.

"Long unkempt hair, sharp facial features that scream of wanting to pick a fight, dark eyes that are so-so, rough cheeks, well I suppose the myth was right about one thing."