Orsis was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
In the brief stare just now, it was as if two wolves met on the snowy field. At the moment they met, they confronted each other across the swirling snow, looking at each other fiercely and coldly. The firelight from the fireplace shone on Orsis's face, and the cold sharpness in his silver-gray eyes was hidden, and became soft and kind again.
"Rut did have a plan to take over Roland."
Orsis frankly admitted the intention of the Root Empire to marry Roland in the first place.
The half-joking tone eased the unknowingly tense atmosphere. He was blunt about the fact that both sides knew it well, and expressed in disguise that Root had given up on this plan, and the two sides would deal with the expedition of the Yager Kingdom next. It is a friendly signal to temporarily put aside differences and work hard to cooperate.
"It's something worth having a drink with."
Adele smiled slightly, held up the wine that Orsis warmed for her just now, and did not continue to move the chess pieces.
The two sides didn't care about the chess game that was only one step away, and tacitly left it in a state of no win or loss.
Orsis raised his glass and touched her lightly.
"The most proud thing in Pope Capel's life is that he prevented the original marriage." At the moment when the lamps collided, Orsis said suddenly.
Adele raised her eyebrows slightly.
"You are someone who cannot grow up in the Palace of Richelieu."
Orsis slightly bent his lips.
Orsis has a rare temperament, which combines the coldness of a monarch and the serious silence of a medieval knight. Apart from being cautious in his words and deeds, he also carries his own determination. Just as Lute's old-fashioned officials still scorned Roland's witch-lord, he had already decided that Adele was definitely not a weak and incompetent person.
He raised his glass to Adele at a time when almost all men still hold their inherent, arrogant prejudices that it is unnatural for a woman to be in power.
"Though it's not a good thing for Root, but—"
Orsis lightly raised his glass to Adele's crown.
"It fits you."
The bright red gemstones are coiled by strips of paper cast into rose vines, and the exquisite crown is firmly worn on the head of the silver-haired queen, shining dazzlingly.
Adele and him looked at each other for a while, and the smile that was difficult to distinguish between real and fake faded a little. She was surprised to find that there was no trace of hypocrisy in Orsis's silver-gray eyes. He really thought so—that there was nothing wrong with thinking that the crown must be worn on a woman's head.
"I thought I was the real enemy to you."
She took a sip of her wine and said meaningfully.
Orsis's lighter blond hair is neatly combed back, as meticulous as its owner. He briefly looked puzzled, and then he understood what Adele meant: "In a way, it is true."
Why did Adele face so much criticism and criticism when she was crowned queen
The fundamental reason is that the power structure that has been solidified for a long time has been impacted.
Men have held power for too long, and the emergence of a female monarch has become a signal for women to separate power in the future. In order to defend the inherent privileged interests, the male society will instinctively attack the queen. Or gossip, or resistance, or criticism, are all this kind of confrontation between old and new changes.
A queen who is in control of real power and who does something is the greatest threat to male rulers. It broke ancient taboos, and the Harbinger women joined the race for the throne, a throne that was no longer only threatened by the heirs of yore. Because of this, Adele was crowned queen, and many traditional monarchs, represented by King Jager, spared no effort to suppress from various aspects.
This kind of suppression is both prejudice and invisible war.
She is naturally in subtle opposition to all male monarchs.
"But if a person is unwilling to admit the rationality of something just because he is afraid of it, isn't it a kind of ignorance and cowardice?" Orsis smiled slightly, and he tidied up the chessboard leisurely "Even if you are going to be an enemy in the future, you can drink fine wine together before you turn against each other."
They have no intention of playing another game of chess.
After all, today is the celebration of the engagement. The short trial after the first meeting has ended, and the two of them have their own judgments about each other. The rest of the confrontation should be put on the war consultation meeting of the military alliance, and the rest of the time should also show the harmony of the "fianced couple"—at this time when the relationship between Roland and Root is in the honeymoon period.
Adele chuckled, and leaned lazily on the cushion: "You are humble, Orsis. You are not a boring person."
"I will cherish your reputation."
Putting away all the black and white chess pieces neatly, Orsis put his left arm on the table and held the wine cup in his right hand, leaning on the back of the chair, and said freely.
They enjoyed the ensuing dance, occasionally whispering a few words, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
Either brightly or secretly, there are countless eyes cast on the two people behind the curtain from time to time.
When Emperor Root and Queen Roland were secretly probing by playing chess, different eyes watched closely the every move of the "new couple" through the light veil, trying to judge this pair of young people who couldn't match their identities, Have some unwelcome feelings developed.
Of course, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Root's people were much more nervous than Roland's.
After all, it was not just out of worry that many young Lute boys frequently cast their eyes on Queen Roland—in less than half a day, the title of "God Kingdom Rose" spread like wildfire. Older officials can still be polite, but passionate young people can hardly hide their admiration for the emperor they respect.
Even the Duke of Leicester, who was originally hostile to Queen Roland, had to admit that in this marriage, the one who was more jealous was his monarch and friend.
"The moment she walked over," a noble lady of Lute who was originally enamored of Orsis sighed to her friend, her jealousy changed to another object, "I almost wanted to go up and hold her hand .”
Looking at these reactions from the Root Empire, Roland's people maintained their superficial etiquette, but they were extremely proud in their hearts.
They have a sense of superiority that urbanites look down upon country bumpkins:
Have you ever seen such a beautiful rose? Stupid? Our Roland's.
…………………………
Not to mention how many Lute noble youths were fascinated that night, how ugly Dalton and others were, and at the end of the engagement ceremony celebration, Queen Roland and Emperor Root signed their names on the covenant between the two events.
The alliance is established, and the storm of war is about to cover the seas of heaven.
From Root, Roland to Jager and even the Free Chamber of Commerce Alliance, they are all actively preparing for this war. However, the impact of the war went farther than this. In the Papal State, the cardinals passed a resolution to reorganize the church army, the Knights of the Hospitaller boarded the fleet, and the Pope himself donated a fleet of galleys...
It even crossed the east-west boundary, and the ripples spread to the vast grassland.
"A rainstorm is coming."
On the grassland, a young knight in strong clothes reined in his horse and looked up at the sky.
Black rain clouds rushed over in groups, the clouds were so low that they almost touched the ground. The wind on the prairie blows fiercely and violently, as if from one end of the world to the other. The grass is flattened almost to the ground. If the shepherd does not have time to drive the cattle and sheep back to the pen, they will never see them again.
Wind and sand rose from the horizon.
In such a terrifying weather where the wind was raging and the trees were broken, the young man who was not in a strong figure, and could even be called thin, stood firmly on his horse.
The sound of hurried hooves sounded.
A cavalry galloped towards this side through the wind.
The young knight took off a bow from his back, unhurriedly drew out an arrow, and drew the bowstring.
call out.
There was a sharp and swift sound of breaking wind, and the white feathers on the arrow tails turned into cold lights in the wind.
The cavalry leader flicked his whip, and the galloping cavalry reined in their horses. In such a strong wind, a feathered arrow was precisely nailed to the ground less than three steps in front of the leader's horse.
A flash of lightning pierced the sky, and the grassland was completely white.
The archer casually put down the bow in his hand, his golden curly hair was blown up by the wind, and his already pale face looked sickly in the light of the lightning. A face so beautiful that could be described as feminine, only the lips were abnormally red, and the blue eyes were indescribably strange.
"You are late."
he said softly.
"The generals want to see you."
The burly and tall prairie knight restrained his original contempt, and spoke in a somewhat awkward, strange-toned common language along the coast of the Sea of Heaven.
"Prince Arthur."