Night gradually fell.
After finishing the Holy Spirit Day relief, the queen declined the hospitality invitations of other nobles—after all, the queen and her traveling court will leave Rose Strait tomorrow, and the head of the house and other officials must pack their luggage tonight.
Corresponding to the brilliance of the royal family's trip, the preparations behind it were heavy. When the sky was getting dark, the queen's temporary palace was still in a noisy state. Hundreds of carriages were saddled, and clothes, jewelry, royal property, and official documents were packed into mahogany boxes in order, and one by one was placed on the carriages in advance, and the royal guards guarded them.
The queen has no intention of increasing work for her subjects, so she had to stop handling official duties early this evening, so that Mrs. Kelly could work with the clerks to sort out the paperwork in advance.
"I wish you could do this every day."
Mrs. Kelly said with a bit of reproach as she put the documents that the queen had collected by herself into the box with the coat of arms.
"If you can rest so early every day in the future, I will really be thankful!"
Adele smiled helplessly, and was invited out of the busy study by her amiable and respectable head maid.
The clerks would still have been horrified to see Mrs Carey so boldly "throwing" the Queen out of the study. But for the queen, this is a kind of nostalgic treatment. When she was an exiled princess, Mrs. Kelly always drove her to bed like this.
However, although she knew that Mrs. Kelly really wanted her to go to sleep now... However, it was too early.
The sky had only just darkened, and it would be a long time before the clock rang for bedtime at nine.
Adele wandered the corridor alone, thinking about things to deal with later, and wondering what to do with this rare free time.
In the midst of contemplation, golden fireworks rushed into the sky, and then bloomed into a golden rose in the dark night. The queen looked up, and saw the flowing flames scattered and falling downwards, but soon the second and third fireworks surged into the sky, besides the golden ones, there were fiery red ones, and the sky was flooded by the fireworks.
This pyrotechnic display is the last gift from Rose Strait to their queen today.
Adele finally understood why the mayor and the others looked strange when she returned to the palace.
Presumably they had prepared a beautiful fireworks and wanted to dedicate it to her at night. It's just that they didn't expect the queen to walk through the civilian area for a whole day. At the end, they felt that she was too tired to say anything.
For a moment, Adele didn't know what to say about it.
What a silly and cute group of people.
The Queen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she simply walked through the corridor, lifted the hem of her skirt, and stepped onto the corridor leading to the tower in the palace, to appreciate this unspoken gift.
The cloister is more than ninety feet long, and the railings are painted red and yellow, with exquisite acanthus leaves and swirls carved on it. The cloister is connected to the top-floor stone terrace exclusive to the royal family, where you can breathe fresh air and overlook the entire city. It's a great place to watch the fireworks. When the queen stepped onto the stone terrace, dozens of fireworks rose into the sky, and the sky was filled with wandering colors.
Leaning against the stone railing, looking at the fiery trees and silver flowers, Adele opened her hands and gently caught a wisp of wind.
The ancient city was whispering to her.
When the last golden rose fell, the sky gradually returned to deep black. The queen gathered her cloak, got up and walked down the corridor.
On the last step, when the queen was about to withdraw her hand from the escalator, a pale and cold hand suddenly stretched out from the side shadows, grabbed the queen's wrist, and then quickly pulled her into the darkness.
The queen was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned her back to draw out the silver revolver flintlock pistol she was carrying. But the wrist was quickly clasped tightly by the other party.
"Arthur?"
Relying on her intuition, she called out a name the moment her eyes were blindfolded.
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Candles were lit in the empty palace.
Gold and silver embroidered curtains fell to the ground, and the candlesticks placed on the table illuminated the small area.
The queen's back was against the window lattice, with one hand propped on the window sill, and the other hand was held by the other party. The usurper forced her between his arms and the window sill, and he looked down at her, his golden hair falling down to touch the queen's ear.
"How did you guess it was mine?"
Prince Arthur asked briefly, kissing her forehead.
His movements are as ambiguous as a lover's, revealing a madness that even he can't control. Madness and delirium are always ugly, repulsive, and daunting, but it was very different in Prince Arthur.
In the candlelight, Prince Arthur's skin was as white as snow without any dust, and his lips were as red as blood, in stark contrast to his pale skin. His eyelashes are long and thick, and when he looks at people halfway down, he reveals a childlike innocence and helplessness, teaching people to feel compassion. But the eyes under the lashes were as blue as the sea before the storm. Childlike innocence and vampiric gloom blend in him, as if an angel and a devil are attached to the same person.
The queen frowned, and raised her hand to push him away from her body.
Prince Arthur took her hand, interlocking his fingers tightly with hers.
Even he himself didn't know what he was going to do, his shortness of breath was not like that of a normal person, and the blood flowing in his blood vessels couldn't drive his body temperature.
When it touched the Queen's skin, every cell seemed to be swept by tiny lightning, and endless joy suddenly rose from the nerve endings, and that joy was like the angle of a mortal kissing the Holy Spirit. In his artistic empire, he is embracing a timeless icon of perfection.
"I want to monopolize you."
He licked and bit the queen's earlobe, his eyes sparkled, and he could no longer restrain his desire.
"Let Orsis go to hell, let those snakes and wolves around you go to hell. Isn't it only me who touches your soul in this world?"
"Since you are the only one who touches my soul, you should know what I will allow and what I will refuse."
The silver-haired queen turned her head and looked sideways at Prince Arthur. Under the candlelight, the ends of her eyes protruded like the ends of knives, thin and cold.
"Put away your unrealistic thoughts, I won't be the exclusive collection of a lunatic."
"How can you be a collection?" Prince Arthur kissed her swan-like neck and her delicate collarbone. His kiss was fierce and hot. It was not so much a kiss as a devouring one, like a thirsty man plundering. Yulu revealed the frenzy of falling into hell with the other party, "I know you will reject me, but what can I do?"
He lifted his head, eyes lit by candlelight with pure paranoia.
"look."
Prince Arthur puts the Queen's hand on his heart.
"Here, here has become a bottomless abyss, the wind is howling, and only your name is left."
"You have conquered me. You have made a self-righteous and arrogant madman your captive. He will wither without your gaze. You have driven him mad with regret. You are his master, he The idol you are crazy about, you are high in his world, like a god. But there are too many people who love you."
"How can I bear it, if one day... hell, just say that kind of if, I will be so angry that I want to drag the whole world to destruction together. If one day, someone takes possession of my master, your heart of stone will be for you That person is hot, how can I accept such a possibility? No, I can't even bear it, I can't bear the eyes of those people coveting you! How are they worthy?"
Prince Arthur's tone became hasty, he was even trembling while holding the Queen's hand, but his voice suddenly became sweet again.
"You made me like this on purpose. Didn't I hate my brother as much as you wished? You made your slave a madman who would do anything for you and betray his country , Assassinate your own blood relatives, he will do for you whatever you want, then you should also be prepared to be demanded by lunatics."
His pale cheeks fainted like a youthful red.
Under the lights, their fingers were intertwined. Prince Arthur wore a crimson gemstone ring, which matched the queen's power ring, which symbolized Roland's monarchy, like a pair of wedding rings. Prince Arthur kissed her fingers one by one, and looked up at her with lamb-like wet eyes.
"I have the carriage ready, the army ready, everything ready."
A hidden door in the palace was opened.
It is also unknown when Prince Arthur quietly figured out the map of the entire palace, and even the secret passages that the queen did not know fell into his control. A man in black and wearing a mask came in silently from the dark passage. Prince Arthur's real men were like him, tainted with a dark and evil aura.
The visitor turned a blind eye to the weird way the abductor and the abducted got along in the room, bowed and saluted like a puppet that accurately executed orders, and then stood motionless in the shadows and waited.
"At the end of the matter, there are only two outcomes anyway, my dear."
Prince Arthur's voice was sweet, as if to say that it was destined, and there was no other possible ending.
"Either let me get you, or let me die in your hands."
"Kill you?" The queen raised her eyebrows lightly, "This is a good suggestion, I will consider it."
Prince Arthur blinked and smiled when he heard the words: "Of course you are willing to kill me yourself, but not now... Now you want to drive my jealousy and let me deal with Orsis, right? Now Roland In alliance with Root, you wouldn't want to kill me and give Orsis a chance to take the initiative in the negotiations, would you? You are so ruthless, falling in love with you is like kissing a piece of snow."
"Are all lunatics as smart as you?"
The queen looked down at him without denying it.
He flipped his hand over, and a cold dagger appeared in his hand.
"This is impossible, Your Majesty." Prince Arthur is indeed a lunatic. He put the dagger into the queen's hand and kissed her cheek, "You can't wait until you have used me up before throwing me away, you can't let me Suffering for so long in jealousy and madness."
"If you want to kill me with your own hands, you should do it now."