"His Majesty."
Mrs. Kelly, who had stood at the door of the room for a long time, finally walked over gently. The queen sat alone by the window, looking sideways at the sun, grass and sky outside. She knelt down and took the Queen's cold, hard hand.
"Please don't be sad."
"I don't know, Kelly." The focus of the queen's gaze was pulled back from the void, "I don't know if I'm sad, I just feel...he's a soldier, an unprecedented military genius, he deserves to die on the battlefield Mrs. Kelly heard her voice as soft as paper, "Even if it is a rebellion, it is better than dying because of such an old man without a name. He has so many ambitions, so much ambition." exuberant."
"He wouldn't want it to end like that," Mrs. Carey interrupted her softly. "He wouldn't want it. He's not that ambitious, you know."
The book that the queen had placed on the table was spread out on a page with a dried rose in it.
In the sunlight, black and blue ink blots calmly read:
…
let me die like a grain of sand
In your world, at a certain moment
let me shine like gold
Till the last dust returns to dust
…
Power, lust, ambition.
These are Daltons as people see them, what else is Dalton like
He feels like dust.
He came from the filthiest place, and felt that he was humble and insignificant all the time, so he armed himself with guns, fine clothes, and armor. Just like what they saw on the night of the coup, the young civilian officer walking through the gunpowder smoke, wearing a gorgeous cloak studded with pearls popular among nobles, holding a gun.
Lady Kelly pressed her forehead to the back of the Queen's hand.
The Queen found herself in tears.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm here to confess and plead guilty to you." Mrs. Kelly lowered her head and said painfully, "I thought he could make you happier and freer. I'm sorry, I..."
She watched the queen grow up, and said presumptuously that she regarded the queen as her child in her heart.
The queen shoulders heavy responsibilities day by day, and she is seldom smiling. People cheer for the glory of the monarch, but she selfishly hopes that her children will be happier. So she silently allowed Dalton to walk towards the queen... She is the head of the court maid. In many cases, she could and should have stopped Dalton, or when she noticed a slight change in the queen's attitude, she would do something. What.
Her Adele is such a gentle and cold child.
If someone burns himself in the dead of winter and makes his way to Adele through a dark forest full of thorns, she can't really be indifferent.
She knew perfectly well that it was best for the monarch to stop these things, because they were destined not to have them. But she was so confused, she only thought that if someone walked with Adele, she would always be happier and happier. She smugly expects... After making a mistake once, repeating it brings new grief to her child.
"It's none of your business."
The queen was silent for a while, then turned her gaze out of the window again.
"It's me."
The one who really acquiesced was not Kelly, but her.
Nothing can explain everything better than an outlaw or a jackal, repacking softness and justice in his heart, and walking towards her through the thorns... She knows that everything has already passed. beyond the scope of the original Game of Thrones. Wouldn't the ending be better if he hadn't desperately separated the flow of people and walked towards her
Guilt, sadness, what else
Maybe, maybe not.
But she can't think about it.
The queen closed the dark brown leather book, opened the drawer, and placed it next to a hairpin inlaid with rubies. Her eyes rested on the hair pin for a moment, then gently pushed the drawer closed.
Together they sank into the shadows.
"It's okay, Kelly," she said.
"But..." Mrs. Kelly's tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart seemed to have cracks along with it, and she let out a mournful cry at the moment of breaking, "But, I hope you are happy."
Her sire, her master, her child, her Adele.
The queen put her hands on the table, propped herself up, and rang the summons bell.
"There are more important things to do."
… … … … … … …
The plague of the holy city, the counterattack of the church, the threat of the Root Empire, the business of Ermia... In the past, present and future, there are so many more important things that need to be done by the queen.
The day after returning to the palace, the Queen called a meeting of the House of Lords.
At the meeting, the proposal to dissolve the engagement between the Queen and Orsis and the covenant between Roland and Root was formally proposed.
"Then, what is the reason? What is the reason for breaking the engagement? Your Majesty."
A member of Parliament raised a question.
"I will not marry a man who is indifferent to the sufferings of the Holy City," said the queen. "Any anointed prince, whether from his conscience or his own conscience, will learn that heretics have robbed our brothers. For his duty, a helping hand should be extended immediately."
The MPs chatted in low voices.
The Queen's engagement cannot be decided by herself, but needs to be agreed by the National Assembly - basically the House of Lords. In fact, when there was a dispute between the Root Empire and the Roland Empire over Elmia, some people had already started to oppose the engagement. For now, the Queen has a good excuse.
They thought of the "miracles" that had spread at a frightening speed during this time:
The crime of fleeing from God by the Cardinals attracted the wrath of God. When Queen Roland arrived in the holy city, God taught her to witness His punishment of brimstone and plague. He asked her to tell the world that when the church is corrupt and depraved, she is no longer worthy of His blessing. He also told her to tell the world not to worship those who abuse of His name.
Many people believe this, especially in Roland.
Of course this was true, otherwise how could the fire have started so precisely at the very moment when the queen arrived in the Holy City? And without hurting her at all? Otherwise, how could the plague be banned only in the holy city? Is this not the best proof of the depravity and betrayal of the Church? ... What's more, it was Queen Roland who witnessed all this! The people in the capital of the empire saw it with their own eyes, God sent down a heavy rain to prove that the queen was innocent and deserved; The sun hung high above her head.
In private, many people have long worshiped Roland's Queen as the incarnation of God in the world.
Smart politicians can certainly see the mystery behind this, but what does that sentence say "all for the benefit".
The vote is here.
Most of the people raised their hands, a small group of people looked at each other, and finally a member of parliament stood up as a representative.
"I have no objection to the dissolution of the engagement with Root, I just have a doubt." The representative bowed.
"Please speak up."
"Since you want to settle the marriage contract with the Root Empire, who do you want to choose as the second fiancée?" He asked, "Who are you going to marry? You must have a husband!"
The meeting room suddenly fell silent, not only the small group of people before, but also everyone else focused on the queen's next answer. Many of them looked inexplicable and obviously agreed with his statement. However, if it was said that they desperately wanted the queen to enter into a marriage contract with the Root Empire or Jager before because they did not trust women as kings, now it is because of...fear.
Somehow, they had been afraid of the young queen.
She is so powerful that she holds the whole country firmly in her hands.
They desperately hoped that a husband would restrain her steps.
In the solidified time and space, the queen spoke.
"As you wish, I will have a new engagement," the Queen stood up when everyone showed surprise expressions, "Today's witnesses—"
"I betroth myself to Roland."
… … … … … … …
November 17, 1558.
The pipe organ played a magnificent movement, and the choir children in white robes held candles in their hands, and the ethereal singing echoed in the church. The bright red carpet was sprinkled with roses and stretched from the altar to the dazzling sky outside the door. Gorgeously dressed noble men and women stood side by side with the bishops on the left and right sides of the carpet.
The wedding bells rang on time.
From the light of the sky, a silhouette with a straight back slowly emerged.
No companions, the queen, today's bride appeared at the church door.
Her thick silver curly hair was coiled into a beautiful bun, and a veil poured down like a galaxy under the ruby-studded crown, followed by a pile of white veils piled up like countless clouds, studded with pearls and diamonds. Pure white wedding dress. She came in, like a light, out of the most holy bunch.
The queen raised her head, passed the crowd and the hustle and bustle, and faced the Virgin Mary embracing the Son on the altar.
The Madonna stands in the staggered light, and the face of the stone statue is soft, kind and compassionate.
She saw her mother's face illuminated by the fire from the fireplace.
Mother's warm hands gently caressing her hair, humming a soft song... Adele, my beloved daughter, you will grow up happily... Adele, my daughter, I will always love you more than my life...
The children's chants echoed.
The queen walked through the archway, her skirt lifted the rose petals that covered the red carpet.
The father with a blurred face, the mother who held her hand at last, Heinrich who sank in the sea, Dalton who rode his horse towards the thick smoke... She passed through their phantoms and walked towards the long skirt shrouded in the high platform. The hem of the skirt flowed over the steps step by step.
The pastor solemnly read out the solemn and sacred oath:
"Adele Rolland, do you wish to marry your country, to be faithful in sickness or health, or for any other reason, till the end of your life?"
"I would."
In the crowd, Mrs. Kelly burst into tears, and on the high platform, the queen put on a wedding ring for herself.
"I dedicate everything, my life, and my soul to Roland."
"I will spend my whole life to make Roland strong, prosperous, happy, and joyful."
The light from the huge rose window high in the vault converges at one point.
The Queen turned in the light.
The past criss-crossed, sinking into the elongated shadow behind her, leaving people with only a pure white, holy, supreme god.
"I'm Adele Rolland."
"I am the King of Roland."
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