"Will you?"
Adele looked sideways at him following the melody.
Her eyes have the gorgeous color of red roses. Maybe some people call this color the witch and the devil's proclamation, but they cannot deny that they have a thrilling beauty. The light of thousands of candles in the ballroom casts stars on it. As golden as it is, like devils and angels living together.
Heinrich's breathing stagnated slightly for an instant.
He became Adele's mentor at the age of twenty-three. When they met for the first time, the princess was sitting behind a rosebush, and the first question she asked was "Do you like red?" Two questions, they are avoiding me, will you
Heinrich knows why everyone hides from the young princess—not long ago, the queen was executed for "seducing the king with witchcraft and disrupting government affairs", one of the proofs is the ominous red eyes.
The princess's hand was hanging in the air, and she might withdraw it at any time.
No, Your Highness.
no, I can not…
Heinrich subconsciously wanted to answer like this.
"It's a foregone conclusion, it's time to get the best benefit-this is your principle." Adele said, "Just like what you did when you found out that the riots were a foregone conclusion, and joining the rebel party can get the best benefit... You could have Notified me, didn't you? My dear tutor."
They spun to the dance music, and the candlelight that plated into her eyes was swallowed by shadows.
Her eyes became completely unfamiliar to Heinrich.
It's like... a delicate and lively rose was tempered into metal. Although it still retains the same appearance as before, it has become cold and hard.
"It's a foregone conclusion. You should think about how to get the most benefit."
she said indifferently.
Life is always full of absurdity, and Adele learned to be cruel and vicious from him after all, but unfortunately in a way he didn't expect. Even he himself didn't know what the emotion in his heart was at the moment.
"Congratulations, my dear student," Heinrich said dryly, "you have finally learned to let go of unnecessary things."
There was still a long section of dance music, but it stopped without warning.
Everyone in the hall looked towards the direction of the orchestra. The head of the Royal Musician bowed and apologized with a bitter face, claiming that a poor pianist suddenly forgot the next score. It's a pity that his pale face and the cold sweat dripping from his forehead made these words unconvincing.
"In that case, why not change to a new one?"
Dalton passed through the crowd and walked straight towards the Queen and Heinrich, smiling as if what was happening right now had nothing to do with him.
At this moment, the atmosphere suddenly became weird. Everyone secretly glanced here, their eyes swept back and forth between Heinrich and Dalton.
Everyone knows that the person most trusted and favored by the queen before was her mentor, but now...
Heinrich held the queen's hand and looked at him coldly: "It's not time to change the partner, is it? Mr. Dalton."
"Although it happened unexpectedly, the song is over after all." Dalton smiled nonchalantly, leaned over and held out his hand to the Queen, "Can I have the honor of dancing with you? Your Majesty the Queen."
Adele smiled slightly, withdrew her hand from Heinrich's shoulder, and put it on Dalton's slender and strong hand: "Of course."
The moment she withdrew her hand, a cloud of anger arose in Heinrich's heart, burning and swirling. Although he knew that Adele was actually using Dalton, but this couldn't change anything...
When Dalton put his hand around the Queen's waist, a strange thing happened: the musicians who had just "can't remember the score" regained their good memories. They even played a Lavolta pas de deux that was more complex and intense than before.
Heinrich rejected the hints from several noble ladies and young ladies, and retreated expressionlessly, standing in the dimly lit resting place.
The Chancellor of the Exchequer knew that he was a poor dancer, so he withdrew from the stage. He deliberately stood next to Heinrich.
After the melody sounded, men and women entered the dance floor in pairs, and the atmosphere was more enthusiastic and ambiguous than before.
Dance is one of the few things that can dilute the oppressive atmosphere of the court. Men and women embrace each other in the fierce melody, and pearls and fancy clothes can always create a lively and grand illusion. In particular, one of the dancers was young enough and handsome enough—the queen in the red dress and the general in the red satin coat looked like a perfect match.
Dalton's dance steps are strong and powerful, with the aggressive vigor in his bones, like a war knife unsheathed, stepping on blood and gunpowder smoke with every step.
It would be difficult for ordinary noble ladies to dance with him.
The only one who can control this knife must be a woman who is fierce enough to set the world on fire.
The hem of the skirt twirled layer upon layer like a midsummer rose, and the distance between the queen and the officer fluctuated. She briefly allowed him to approach, and then separated at the next note. At the last moment, the queen in the red dress was almost touching his cheeks, like a fanatical lover. The next moment, she distanced herself without hesitation, like an enemy who suddenly turned against her.
Capricious, mysterious, dangerously captivating...
Tonight she is the only goddess Aphrodite.
Unknowingly, the rest of the people were forced back by the turbulent atmosphere, making room for them. Both men and women are attracted by the beauty that can burn everything.
"Your mentor will be mad."
Dalton watched her closely, intently.
He is the closest person to face this overwhelming beauty, which is menacing and invincible like a battlefield.
"After all, I gave you what was his."
Adele bit a strand of black hair, looked at him in the gap between rotations, the corners of her eyes were illuminated by the light of the candles and the jewels on her neck, giving off a coquettish bright color.
For a moment, a short but real moment, Dalton felt that he was almost willing to be the queen's knife, pointing at all the people she hated for her.
No matter the consequences, no matter what.
"Then I have to be ready to deal with the fangs of the poisonous snake."
He laughed, his sword sharp.
The Chancellor of the Exchequer at the rest heard a slight sneer from Heinrich beside him.
The viciousness contained in that sneer can make all the priests turn pale with fright.
He peeked at Heinrich from the corner of his eye, only to feel that this great nobleman known for his tricks and schemes, like a viper hiding in the dark, felt the provocation, slowly wandering and bending up.
I'm afraid it will be exciting in the future.
While shivering, this thought flashed through the mind of the Chancellor of the Exchequer.
…………………
The ball ended and the peace talks officially came to an end.
The pardoned nobles boarded their carriages and left, full of thoughts. Dalton, who took advantage of the opportunity, arranged for the new defense personnel of the Summer Palace from then on—he did not hesitate to remove all the gentry from the guard and replaced them with his own musketeers. Accompanied by Mrs. Kelly, the queen returned to the familiar room.
When passing through a corridor, Adele suddenly stopped.
She looked at the nearby Shimen thoughtfully, then turned her head and told Mrs. Kelly to go back first, and she wanted to take a walk here.
Mrs. Kelly did not doubt him, and left on her knees.
The moonlight poured down and spread on the promenade like still water, making the megalithic building a bit sad amidst its magnificence.
"Aren't you going to come out?" Adele asked calmly facing a shadow.
It was silent.
She waited patiently, and after a long time, footsteps that could easily be ignored sounded, and the archbishop wearing a black monk's robe came out from behind the stone door.
Adele is not surprised why she can see him here. After all, as the archbishop of the capital of the empire, Rodri also has a room that belongs to him in the Day Palace.
The archbishop stood still some distance away from the queen, as if he had made up his mind not to take half a step closer.
"Following is not the behavior of a clergyman, sir." Adele approached slowly, looking at her bishop with interest—you know, in the past, he seldom appeared due to his aversion to "heresy" it's here.
"Dancing Lavolta is not what a queen should do." The archbishop immediately replied.
The kind of Lavolta pas de deux that Adele dances with Dalton has always been abhorred by Old Gods. Because it requires the male partner to lift, spin, and sensualize the female partner with exquisite skills, the Old Gods believe that this dance is the main cause of debauchery, corruption and murder.
However, in fact, it became popular in Roland's upper class.
The aristocrats didn't hate it, as dogma against luxury, and they studded their clothes with pearls and precious stones by the dozen.
"I didn't see you at the ball," Adele ignored the archbishop's accusation. She walked up to the archbishop and looked into those steel blue eyes. "You didn't attend the ball? How did you know I did?" Lavolta?"
The archbishop realized that he had fallen into the queen's trap again, he pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.
Under the eagle-winged browbones, those steel-blue eyes were all the more formidable because of their displeasure. The Queen ignored it, though, laughing lowly, and approached him suddenly.
The snare of the fragrance enveloped him again, and it was this snare that made him come to the summer palace by accident, watching her dance with Heinrich and Dalton. It was also this snare that kept him waiting in the dark, just to give her a reminder... Hell, what does it matter to him even if she dies
God! What the hell is he doing
"Are you watching me?"
If it is a war, then the archbishop has thrown away his armor at this moment.
Archbishop Rodri took a step back in embarrassment, but the queen followed closely and took another step forward.
Her face was unbelievably clear under the moonlight, with a full forehead, thick eyelashes, and petal lips... so perfect that it could only be a gift from God.
"So… "
The queen chuckled, and her voice became softer.
"Tell me, my dear Monsieur Bishop, why are you looking at me? Why are you looking at a... heretic."