"Now, it's time for you to tell me what you want to know."
The Queen kept the letter close at hand.
"Will you answer me?"
Prince Arthur stood up, walked to the Queen, and tapped on the back of the Queen's carved chair. The flames of the fireplace danced, casting long and swaying shadows from his fingertips to his knuckles bent like a thin ridge. His movements are as elegant as if he is in a huge opera house, and he is flying and tapping the strings.
"That depends on what you're asking."
The queen raised her hand to hold Prince Arthur's hand that had moved from the back of the chair to her shoulder, and looked sideways at him.
The distance between them was so close that they were as affectionate as lovers. The queen's slanted eyelashes were long and dense, casting a vaguely cold shadow on the rosy red eyes in the warm yellow firelight. Prince Arthur leaned close to her and asked in a soft whisper:
"Why do you always whisper sad songs in the dark? Why do you sing about nightingales being crushed with roses?"
His voice murmured, revealing madness and confusion.
"Why?" Prince Arthur's voice was getting lower and lower. "Are you a dead soul who sold his soul to the devil to return? A blasphemer standing in a temple and blessed by God? This is very interesting, Tell me, my lord, do you die with your empire?"
Thanks to the Pope and those stinky theological stories, until now, the nobles are still struggling to get the Holy See to recognize their dead relatives as "saints", but Prince Arthur knows nothing about those "saints" It’s a trick—the dead saint walked in the plague, how many people witnessed it, and how many seriously ill people came back to life... Behind all kinds of miraculous stories are gold coins.
However, what Prince Arthur determined to happen to the Queen was indeed a miracle that did not belong to common sense.
He watched the queen closely, not letting go of any change in the expression on this delicate face.
Surprised, or flustered? Is it to avoid, or be at a loss? Is it anger, or fear? … Let him catch the most subtle signal, so as to spy on the most incredible truth—whether she answers or remains silent.
"This is what you're curious about?"
Unexpectedly, there was no reaction. The queen casually raised her thin eyebrows, and looked at Prince Arthur like a cat that suddenly broke into the room.
Prince Arthur looked at her intently.
She was as calm as Prince Arthur talking about a trivial matter.
After confirming this point, Prince Arthur was really confused for a while. Whether it is "miracle" or "witchcraft", when the deepest secret is revealed, one should respond, not be as random as the queen. She really didn't care that Prince Arthur found this out.
"Ah!" Prince Arthur exclaimed suddenly after being puzzled for a while, "how proud and arrogant you are!"
This time it was Adele who was surprised. She glanced at Prince Arthur, then sighed, and leaned back on the upholstered chair.
Hailed as the most outstanding "madman" of the sixteenth century, Prince Arthur was right.
Yes... it was pride, a pride that could almost be described as "arrogance" engraved in her bone marrow.
Didn't Adele think about why she was resurrected? No, out of the king's suspicion, she not only thought about the reason for her resurrection, but also wondered whether it was a conspiracy—a conspiracy of gods, demons, or fate. If this is a conspiracy, what is the purpose of the other party? Want her to succumb to fate? Want her to understand her own insignificance and powerlessness? Want her to die when she's about to bring the Empire out of trouble? ... but so what
Does she feel intimidated by it? Does that make her hesitate
No matter how many times she comes again, no matter what tricks fate will give her, as long as she is alive, she will always walk on the path she chose. "Pride" is a seed taken from her mother, and it takes root in the depths of her soul. Even if it is a joke of gods and demons, she is fearless.
Adele didn't care that Prince Arthur, a lunatic, found it suspicious.
"In your opinion," Prince Arthur's tone was a little hasty because of his emotions, "this is no different from anything you have encountered. Even if it is known, it is nothing more than a matter that needs to be resolved."
Adele neither denies nor affirms.
If Prince Arthur wanted to do anything that might get in her way, she would finish him off. On the contrary, if this little secret can drive Prince Arthur to do something she wants, she can laugh it off-it's no different from everything she encounters.
"How many kings claim to be rulers sent by God to the world? How many holy fathers claim to have been invited by angels to kill demons together?" Adele said unhurriedly, "Worrying that something will be discovered , there is only one reason - because you can't control it, because you are afraid of it."
"How proud you are, how arrogant you are."
said Prince Arthur softly.
Prince Arthur stood up, closed his eyes, imagined himself dead, and imagined himself resurrected.
Death and life are always the most eternal and awe-inspiring themes of human beings.
There are so many believers, after a serious illness, they converted to God and became God's steadfast supporters. And what about the Queen? She seems to have died with the Empire, and then returned, crossing life and death, and mortals have this opportunity to become either the most devout believer or the most evil heretic.
Death could not shake her, miracles could not seduce her.
Gods and devils, she has no choice.
Deep in her consciousness, the queen wearing the crown opened her eyes, looked at him calmly, nodded slightly, then turned around and walked deeper into the darkness with her scepter in hand, rose petals and blood flowed from her spinning Flying out from the hem of the skirt, crows and doves fluttered their wings at the same time, she broke through the eternal night and returned to darkness.
—Nightingale Nightingale, what is the fate of Nightingale? What is his fate
Incomparable, dazzling...
Prince Arthur opened his eyes suddenly, pressed his left hand on the armrest of the queen's chair, and touched the queen with his right hand hurriedly. The queen frowned, and his fingertips pressed over her slightly frowning long eyebrows, over her brow arches and cheekbones, as if he wanted to touch something hot and cold in the depths through her soul and flesh.
"Your beauty will conquer this century, the next century, and the next century... Even if you and I are wiped out in time, the years will still bow to you!" Fanaticism seized Prince Arthur.
The neuroticism based on the Root royal family broke through the elegance used to disguise.
Just like he built his palace into a sinful den because he wanted to see chaos, now Prince Arthur has found a new beauty that can conquer the present and the future, so like a desperate child, only Things that catch his attention.
But, quite different from the past, this time, what attracted Prince Arthur's attention made him wonder how to deal with it.
"What did you do?" he demanded. "Why did you make me shudder? And make my blood boil?"
Prince Arthur's tone became particularly strange, and a sickly redness began to appear on his cheeks.
If someone else came in and saw this scene, they would just think it was a young man who was mad because of love, begging his hard-hearted sweetheart.
"I want to hide you, where no one can find it—" Prince Arthur's eyes were amazingly bright, and his hand touching the Queen's cheek went down and pressed on her shoulder, as if hugging her hard and then As if wanting to strangle her throat, "I want to see you let the whole world bow to you, I want to worship you... I want to kill you with my own hands, and I want to be killed by you with my own hands, how interesting! Look! You did nothing but drive me crazy!"
He is good-looking, and when he is insane, he reveals a strange presumptuousness, and a pair of blue eyes are like the sky and the deep sea. Few women in the world could resist his almost sinister charm at the moment.
"You can be a little more crazy."
Adele indifferently pushed away Prince Arthur's hand, which gradually became stronger unconsciously, and pushed him away.
"So I can give you a shot."
Prince Arthur focused all his attention on Adele, and was pushed by her, staggering half-kneeling on the ground. Adele, who ruthlessly pushed people away, got up and wanted to pass by Prince Arthur, but he grabbed her hand tightly.
……………
"His Majesty."
Heinrich hurried in with the secret letter. To his surprise, he met Archbishop Rodriguez on the way, and the other party did not stop him from meeting the Queen urgently.
"Free Chamber of Commerce..."
The second half of the words disappeared.
In the room, beside the fireplace, the young blond prince half-kneeled on the ground, holding back the beautiful queen who was looking down at him. The flames smudged the whole scene like a romantic painting—the fanatical admirer who came from a long distance is courting his sweetheart.
How many years is this legendary romance that will be sung by bards
"His Royal Highness," Heinrich quickly restrained the complex expression at that moment, he nodded slightly to Prince Arthur, and said in the usual voice of the great nobles without any ups and downs, "you'd better Remember etiquette... Otherwise, your brother Wang shouldn't mind the Roland Empire teaching him such a lesson."
Prince Arthur gave him a murderous look.
Heinrich stood there calmly, with no intention of retreating. He wore a black cloak with brass buttons, and the hand beneath the cloak had clasped the Hidden Blade. That exquisite Hidden Blade was different from that of Archbishop Rodriguez. It was light and thin. When necessary, it could pull the mechanism, and when it raised its hand, it flew out like a crossbow arrow, cutting open the enemy's throat.
"Kelly," the Queen glanced at Heinrich, and called Mrs. Kelly in, "Take the Prince to his room...you don't want to see me angry, do you?"
The second half of the sentence was addressed to Prince Arthur.
Prince Arthur blinked, and the intermittent frenzy seemed to recede a little from him, and he looked like a pretty harmless young man again. He let go of his hand, stood up, but did not leave immediately: "Then you have to accept my gift."
He took out the carefully crafted gemstone rose from his clothes and held it up to the queen.
Heinrich's finger was pressed on the mechanism that threw out the Hidden Blade, and he stood in the shadow of the door with a difficult expression, motionless.