Raised From The Wild-Chapter 35: You Smell Good

"She can take an assessment. Who knows that with her intelligence she will be admitted straight to College? She is not uneducated after all."

Prince Ibarra looked at the man who just spoke in a deep magnetic voice and has an imposing aura. Even he who was trained from a very young age to be the heir to Lireya’s throne was not a match for the powerful aura Marx was exuding at the moment. He was standing up for Amaya.

"Daddy taught me how to read and write in four languages Daddy Ibarra. I can do Usturian, Cheneyan, and Uropan." Amaya said proudly.

Prince Ibarra looked at her in surprise. He did not pay attention to the internet or entertainment news so he did not hear Amaya speak in other languages. He also wasn’t aware that Ibrahim knew Uropan and Cheneyan. They were only taught Usturian when they were little.

But then Ibrahim worked in the military. Sometimes he would disappear for months when he went out on a mission. It is not unusual for him to learn the two other major languages.

Prince Ibarra coughed. "Alright then. You can take an assessment and let’s see the result."

"Thank you, Daddy. I’ll definitely pass the assessment." Amaya said with confidence.

Marx looked at the young lady beside him and smiled lightly. He liked her confidence.

The following night, the entourage of Prince Ibarra, which included Princess Amaya left Usturia’s airport at around midnight. Marx and a few of his bodyguards boarded Lireya’s royal craft. Two Usturian fighter jets escorted them until they exited Usturian air space.

Amaya chose to sit beside Marx on the plane. She did not want to disturb Prince Ibarra who she knew will be busy discussing political affairs with his advisers. This displeased Prince Ibarra. He wanted to take the plane ride as an opportunity to get to know his daughter better but then he soon found out that he needed to discuss a lot of things with his advisors.

When the plane was about to take off, the stewardess reminded them to buckle their seatbelts. Marx reached out to help Amaya buckle her seatbelt. Marx was leaning toward her and his face was very close to hers. She could smell his scent. He was wearing a cologne that was a light blend of musk, patchouli, cedar, and sandalwood. The scent was very subtle and sensual.

Marx’s arm accidentally brushed Amaya’s chest. Their gazes locked. There was a look of surprise in Amaya’s eyes. She felt a strange sensation in her chest area but it was gone before she can identify what it was.

Marx’s orbs were like the deep blue of the ocean swirled with emotions. He looked away as he murmured "sorry."

"Your scent, it smells so good." She put her nose near him and started sniffing.

Marx was embarrassed.

"Aya, you don’t say that to men okay? And also stop sniffing me." Marx whispered to her his voice a little hoarse.

"But why?" She asked innocently.

Marx sighed. "It is not proper to do that to the opposite sex. They might misunderstand you and think that you are seducing them."

Amaya leaned back. Her face was a big question mark. She did not understand what Marx just said.

"Promise me that you don’t tell other men that they smell nice and don’t smell them. It is not proper." Marx said in frustration.

"Okay. I’ll only tell that to you and smell you."

Marx: ...

Amaya leaned closer and was sniffing him again. She wanted to identify the smell on him.

"I can smell sandalwood and cedar."

At that moment, Prince Ibarra looked back and saw Amaya sniffing Marx. His face turned red from embarrassment.

"Amaya, what are you doing?" His voice was loud and crisp.

Amaya was startled when Prince Ibarra yelled at her. She straightened her body and looked at the crown prince with big innocent eyes.

"I am trying to identify the scent of Marx, Daddy. I identified Sandalwood, Cedar, and Musk. But there is one more scent that I cannot remember." Her brows were furrowed.

"Ah, I remember now. It is patchouli." She added excitedly.

Prince Ibarra was dumbfounded.

The advisers who were seated beside him were speechless.

"Don’t you have a sense of shame? To do something like that to a man?" Prince Ibarra looked around. While the people are looking down and pretending that nothing happened he felt that deep inside they were looking down at Amaya.

Amaya felt wronged. She did not see anything wrong with what she did. Her eyes reddened because she was scolded by the Crown Prince.

Marx clenched his fist.

"Amaya is still a child Your Highness. She doesn’t have a malicious mind. And these things you can discuss with her in private." Marx’s tone was polite but cold. Ibarra felt the temperature drop a few degrees.

’She may not have a malicious mind, but how about you?’ Ibarra uttered to himself.

He glanced at a middle-aged lady who was with them on the plane.

"Orient Princess Amaya of what will happen tomorrow when we arrive and teach her basic etiquettes." The Crown Prince ordered her.

To him, Marx Skylar was a dangerous person for his daughter and he should do something about their close relationship.

The middle-aged lady approached Amaya and led her towards the back of the plane where there was a coffee table and they can sit face to face.

The entire country will be welcoming their lost Princess back along with the body of Prince Ibrahim. From the airport, she and her father will be riding in an open vehicle to the palace. Prince Ibrahim’s coffin will be on another vehicle next to theirs.

Amaya was bored to death listening to the many instructions given to her. What to do and what not to do. How to wave and how to stand up straight. She was visibly restless. She heaved a sigh of relief when it was over.

Marx gave a soft laugh. "So how is it to be a Princess?" He asked when she sat beside him.

Amaya rolled her eyes and sighed again. Marx found her action cute.

"Tiring and boring." She honestly said. "How long are you staying in Lireya Marx?"

"At most a week."

Amaya looked disappointed. "You can’t make it on my birthday?"

"Do you want me to be there?" Marx asked expectantly.

"Of course!"

"Then I will be there."

Amaya smiled brightly. She looked very happy. The corner of Marx’s lips curled up. His heart felt warm.

"Where are you staying when you are in Lireya?"

"Your father has arranged rooms for us in the Asteria Palace."

"Is that hotel?"

"Silly girl. That’s a palace and it is where your family lives."

"Oh, that’s great! It means I still get to see you every day." Amaya said excitedly.

Marx’s heartbeat skipped a bit. ’Is she happy to be with me?’