A Prince's Love

Nizam calmly sits in a garden of his mother's Palace. On a small table facing a fish pond which was beautifully designed by an architect from France. The man-made waterfall beside the pond exudes the elegance of the masterpiece of an architect whose skill has never been doubted.

Some expensive fish that are full of colors seem to swim here and there calmly. As if life is just a pleasure. Swim freely then wait for the food to come to him regularly. Several peacocks walked with the charm of extraordinary grace as if to emphasize anyone who was watching him that there was no need to doubt that he was the most beautiful worker in the whole universe.

The beautiful servants who were standing beside Nizam looked down timidly. But fear still can't beat curiosity. They had only been recruited for two years to become servants at the Empress Palace. So far they only heard rumors about the good looks of the heir to the throne.

They only know the Prince's face from the photos that are obtained on the internet and it is not clear that Prince Nizam does not like being photographed. Prince Nizam only likes to be photographed when there are state activities. There are no photos that show the full face. I don't know if he will become King later. Because there must be an official photo to be posted in every official room of the whole kingdom.

From the side that is clearly visible is a nose that is stuck. The royal national dress in the form of a white robe with a black stripe and a head covering made Prince Nizam's elegance as a Royal Crown Prince shine even more. Almost asphyxiated the servants watched the prince's pointed hands as they reached for the glass filled with orange juice. Then drink a little. They saw Prince Nizam's patience start to wear off a little when 30 minutes had passed. The prince turned his face toward the room to find the figure of his mother.

"What are the Queen Mother doing? Why hasn't she come out yet?" Asked the prince to the servant. The waiter stuttered a little. "I don't know about it. If the Prince allows, let me check into his room."

Nizam read the name of the servant that was attached to the chest.

"Thank you, don't need Miss Laty. Let me just wait." Nizam answered while looking back at the park. Hearing the Prince's sweet and polite words made the servants almost melt with awe. His hand then took the cellphone. He opened his cellphone screen at the touch of a name that was always in his mind. Alena .. Alena's beautiful face immediately appeared at the end of the screen. Smiling face. Nizam just looked, didn't dare touch a single letter to start a chat with Alena.

He saw a list of calls from Alena that was so large. Nizam has absolutely no intention of contacting Alena right now. He has not received clear certainty about Alena from the royal side. I haven't even told hismother yet. Nizam does not want to give empty hopes to the girl he loves.

"Sorry for the long wait, Mother must take care of something first." Her mother said as she sat down then invited Nizam to sit down. Nizam saluted his mother before he sat down.

"Are you busy, Mom?" Asked Nizam.

"There are several matters at the Palace that must be resolved. In recent days, the Mother felt that I was too tired to manage the Palace alone. I needed someone to help me."

"Really? Isn't there Mrs. Aura, Mrs. Iklima, and Mrs. Zenita who can help Bunda." Asked Nizam.

"You know they are always eyeing the position of the Queen, you are not yet a King. If Queen Aura or Queen Zenita is the empress, the King will be Prince Husen or Prince Talal." His mother's voice was like a voice of complaint.

"I really don't mind, Prince Husen or Prince Thalal they are just like Ananda."