When the first light of dawn touched the mountain peaks, the enchanting environment of the blue cherry forest gradually brightened in the daylight. After their secret night journey, the King and Nikita returned to the palace grounds.
A Royal Reception
Nikita walked through the vast balcony of the palace. She wore an exquisite royal gown—a blend of light pink, blue, and gold. The golden embroidery shimmered brilliantly in the morning sun. Her sky-blue hair was neatly tied, and the blue locket around her neck still emitted a soft, mystical glow.
The Entourage: A group of handmaidens walked behind Nikita with deep respect, their heads bowed, carefully observing every step of their new Queen.
The King's Wait: King Kyran stood at the end of the corridor. In the morning light, his pale eyes looked even more transparent and full of love. He had hidden his wings, but his royal aura radiated throughout the hall.
The King's Sudden Affection
As Nikita approached, she thought the King might be solemn due to the pressures of state affairs. But the moment he saw her, a sliver of a smile graced his lips. Before she could realize what was happening, the King—disregarding the presence of the handmaidens and guards—swept Nikita up into his arms in one swift motion.
Nikita: (Blushing deeply) "Kyran! What are you doing? The handmaidens are right behind us!"
The King didn't answer. Holding her close in a bridal carry, he brought his face near hers and kissed her forehead with profound tenderness. That kiss wasn't just desire; it was a lifelong promise of protection.
The King whispered: "In this light pink and golden dress, you look like the first soft glow of dawn. No matter who comes to this kingdom, these arms are reserved only for you."
Nikita couldn't contain herself. She wrapped her arms around the King's neck and hid her face on his shoulder. The handmaidens stole glances at each other, giggling softly, while King Kyran walked proudly toward his private chambers, carrying his Queen.
The Secret of the Hair
After descending from the King's arms, Nikita studied his face closely and suddenly froze. She noticed that the King's long, royal hair was gone; it was now quite short.
Nikita's Sweet Complaint:
Nikita ran her hand through his hair and said in surprise, "Kyran, why is your hair so short? Only the other day I saw your silky hair reaching down to your back. Did you use magic to shorten it?"
King Kyran smiled. He took Nikita's hand in his and looked at her with his pale, cat-like eyes.
The King's Mysterious Answer:
"Long hair was a symbol of my nobility, Nikita. But last night, when we were flying over the blue cherry forest, your sky-blue hair kept covering my face. I wanted my entire vision to be focused only on your face, without any veil of hair in between. So, with my own magic, I shortened it."
Nikita was stunned. She never imagined the King would sacrifice his beloved long hair just to look at her more clearly!
Nikita: (Teasingly) "Oh! So you think you look more handsome in this short hair? Though, I must admit, this look makes you seem much more powerful!"
A Magical Moment:
The King pulled her closer. The royal scent of his skin intoxicated her as she closed her eyes. Stroking his short hair, he said:
"Long or short, the King inside me is forever your prisoner. Now, does the Queen permit this short-haired man to catch a handful of sunlight in the garden?"
Nikita laughed, placing her hand on his chest. "No, Your Majesty. No going anywhere today. I need to admire this new look of yours a little longer!"
Night at the Secret Pond
Three days later, at 1 AM, the secret garden behind the palace was draped in a veil of forbidden magic.
Nikita on the Branch:
Nikita sat on a low branch of an ancient tree. She wore a sheer, gossamer red silk dress that made her fair skin look ethereal in the moonlight. Her sky-blue hair was loose, flowing over her shoulders and back.
The King in the Water:
Below, in the crystal-clear pond, King Kyran was bathing. Water droplets glistened like diamonds on his short hair and muscular chest. He held a pure white water lily in his hand and looked up at Nikita. His pale eyes looked hungrier and deeper tonight.
The Scars of Passion
As the King emerged halfway from the water, the moonlight revealed his broad back. There, clearly visible, were the scratch marks from Nikita's nails—witnesses to the intense love and intimacy of the previous night.
Nikita turned crimson with shyness. She quickly wrapped her thin red dress tighter and looked away.
King Kyran: (In a deep, playful voice) "What happened, my Queen? You were so brave from up there. Why are you hiding your face now after seeing your own handiwork?"
Nikita: (Muffled with shyness) "You... you are very naughty, Kyran! That happened by mistake. And you, why are you staring like that?"
The King laughed, leapt out of the pond, and approached the tree, water dripping from his body.
The Question of Age
King Kyran stood by the tree and asked a sudden, mysterious question:
"Tell me, Nikita, what is your age?"
Nikita was taken aback by the sudden question and the King's use of the informal 'Tui' (a familiar/younger address).
Nikita: "Why do you care about my age? And why are you addressing me as 'Tui'? Am I still just a little girl to you?"
The King's Response:
"I call you 'Tui' because in that thin red dress, you look like that innocent teenage girl who accidentally fell in love with a demon king. But behind those innocent eyes, I see a fire that no age can measure. So, I wondered, how many springs has my little Queen passed?"
Nikita touched his wet cheek: "Does a few years matter to an immortal King? Have you forgotten? I am the Queen who ended your centuries of loneliness in an instant."
The King, impressed, lifted her down from the tree. As her thin dress touched his cold, wet skin, she shivered.
The King: "Whatever your age, you are my eternal youth. And these marks on my back... they show that even if you are young, you know how to rule me well!"
"You" and the Midnight Swim
Nikita playfully hit his chest and spoke firmly:
"Listen, Majesty. From now on, do not call me 'Tui.' Call me 'Tumi' (the respectful/intimate 'You'). I am your friend, your better half—not just a little girl."
The King's laughter shook the surface of the pond. "Very well, my Queen. Your wish is my command. 'Tumi' it is. But will 'Tumi' reduce our mischief and affection?"
The Midnight Splash:
Nikita suddenly pulled the King back into the pond.
Water Play: She splashed water on his face, laughing as the droplets caught the light.
Soaked in Silk: Her red dress clung to her body, making the King's heart race. Her sky-blue hair spread across the water like a mermaid's.
The Embrace: In the middle of the lilies, the King pulled her close. Nikita ran her fingers over the scratches on his back, no longer shy. He kissed her wet lips under the moonlight.
The Return of the Long Hair
As King Kyran held Nikita, a surge of magical energy radiated from him.
The Magical Transformation:
Nikita watched in awe as the King's short hair began to grow. Within seconds, it flowed past his shoulders and down his broad back. It was brighter and silkier than ever before.
The King Explained:
"You are my magic, Nikita. When you claimed me as 'Tumi' and joined me in this water, my ancient royal essence awakened. This long hair is not just nobility; it is a symbol of my ultimate power. Your touch has made me whole again."
Nikita: "I love every version of you. But in this long hair, you truly look like the fairy-tale King I want to fall in love with over and over again."
King Kyran unfurled his massive white wings. With his long hair flowing and wings spread, he looked like a celestial deity. He held Nikita tight, creating a magical whirlpool in the water before preparing to take flight into the moonlit sky.In the ancient royal palace of 1100, an unusual celebration was underway. From the outside, it appeared to be nothing more than a traditional royal banquet—but inside, the atmosphere felt unmistakably modern, as if it belonged to the year 2026.
With his magic, King Kairen had bound time itself into a single thread, allowing centuries to coexist under one roof.
Nikita and the King — In a Modern Reflection
Tonight, Nikita had abandoned the heavy garments of the medieval era. Instead, she stood radiant in a bright yellow modern dress, flawlessly tailored to her form. Her sky‑blue hair was tied neatly into a ponytail, and small diamond studs sparkled in her ears. Looking at her, no one would believe she stood in a palace built a thousand years ago—it felt as though she had stepped straight out of an elite party from 2026.
But the greatest surprise was the king himself.
King Kairen had set aside his royal robe and crown. He wore a fitted white shirt, the top two buttons left open, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His long hair fell softly down his back, framing his sharp features. In that simple white shirt, he looked dangerously attractive—so much so that Nikita found herself glancing at him again and again.
The Party's Mood
Modern music filled the grand hall—borrowed directly from 2026 through the king's magic. The invited guests watched in awe, stunned by this strange yet beautiful fusion of eras.
Holding a glass of drink, Nikita walked up to the king and laughed softly as she looked him over.
Nikita:
"Kairen, I almost didn't recognize you! You look like a billionaire business tycoon from my era. Who came up with the idea of wearing a shirt and throwing a party in the year 1100?"
King Kairen
(pulling her close by the waist):
"I did—just for my queen. I know you miss your time. So tonight, I shaped this world the way you love it. Tell me… do I look the way your heart wants me to?"
A Romantic Dance Beyond Time
A slow, romantic song began to play. Kairen took Nikita's hand and led her to the center of the floor.
The modern king in a white shirt and the woman in a yellow dress—guests formed a circle around them, witnessing a couple that stood beyond time itself.
As he spun her gently into his arms, Nikita adjusted his collar and whispered,
"You can wear anything, Kairen… but your pale, cat‑like eyes and this love of yours will always keep me trapped with you."
The king kissed her forehead.
In that ancient palace of 1100, modern love from 2026 began writing a new history.
The Garden of Farewell
Later that night, the enchanted palace garden fell into a mournful silence. The moon hung pale in the sky.
In one corner of the garden, the invincible King Kairen knelt on the ground.
The king no one had ever seen cry now wept openly.
From his back had emerged six massive white wings, no longer reaching for the sky in pride but drooping painfully, brushing the dust of the earth. Only now did Kairen realize the cruelty of immortality—how it could force him to face such a farewell.
Behind him stood Nikita.
Her yellow dress was soaked in red. Blood traced the corner of her lips, yet her face showed no pain. From her back, four blue wings dimmed slowly, their sapphire‑like glow fading.
She was smiling—softly, peacefully.
She knew that the girl from 2026 had entered the life of a king from 1100 like a brief, beautiful rain.
Nikita:
"Goodbye, my white‑winged king. Don't cry. The six wings you see on your back now… they will protect you as symbols of my love."
King Kairen
(sobbing):
"No, Nikita! I will use all my magic to keep you here. I will stop time itself—I won't let you die in this era!"
Nikita:
"Time cannot be stopped, Kairen. It can only be felt. I came to you as a human… and now I leave as your eternal memory. When my blood sinks into this soil, this garden will bloom again with blue cherry flowers."
She stepped forward and touched his blood‑stained hand. Her blue wings beat once—just once—and the entire garden was swallowed by a vortex of blue and white light.
Smiling, she wiped the tears from his eyes.
"Goodbye, Kairen… You were not just a king. You were my entire world."
Her body dissolved into blue mist.
Kairen reached for her—but all that remained in his grasp were blue cherry petals and Nikita's familiar blue locket.
In that silent night of 1100, the king with six white wings sat alone, while a bright star from 2026 faded from the sky—leaving behind infinite sorrow.
The Prank
Suddenly, Kairen froze.
His tear‑filled eyes widened in shock.
Nikita, still wrapped in his arms, burst into laughter.
She grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him closer. The "blood" at her lips was no blood at all—it was blue cherry juice, carefully staged.
Nikita:
"Your Majesty… you really are soft‑hearted! I did a little farewell drama and you immediately grew six wings and started crying? It was just a prank!"
The king stared at her in silence, his pale cat‑like eyes searching her mischievous smile.
Then he laughed—deeply, breathlessly—a laugh filled with relief and affection.
The six wings slowly stilled.
In one swift motion, Kairen crushed her against his chest, burying his face into her neck.
"You have no idea, Nikita… thinking of losing you almost tore my heart apart. Never do something this cruel again."
Nikita whispered softly into his ear,
"I'm not going anywhere, Kairen. Whether it's 2026 or 1100… I will always stay beneath your white wings."