Behind The Castle's

**SHE IS OUR PRINCESS**

"You know what the world is about Your Highness! we are people who have served the kingdom of our ancestors. Not the 'child of yesterday afternoon' who just got the title"

Carl almost came forward to reply to his father's insolent remarks. A streak of hatred was instantly streaked across his face. Victoria calmly blocked Carl and immediately stood up gracefully from the chair. The two eyeballs that were already glistening firmly stared at all the faces alternately

"I was just a 'child yesterday afternoon' who just got the title"

"Sorry Your Highness...."

"No Marquess, it's a reality and I accept that but, did the kid yesterday afternoon and the title I'm holding now not come from the great people who were chosen?"

Like a hot iron soaked in water, Carl who was about to explode with anger immediately became calm again with twitching lips wanted to smile and immediately pulled the audience seat calmly.

The faces of the man on the table seemed to be misbehaving and uncomfortable. Duke Kendal just kept silent and continued to stare at Victoria stubbornly

"So no one wants to answer me? or should I explain. WHOSE BLOOD IS FLOWING IN MY BODY AND WHO ARE THE NAMES OF THE QUEEN-TO-BE WHO HAVE OCCUPIED MY PLACE NOW THE GENTLEMEN?"

"We understand Your Highness Princess Victoria. Forgive our disrespect, especially Duke Kendal who has offended you"

A middle-aged man immediately stood up and bowed respectfully and was followed by most of the gentlemen including Duke Argent, Marquess Minchias and Eael Xenas. Victoria smiled curiously and sat back in her chair, followed by the gentlemen who stood up to sit back

"I'm also sorry for getting carried away by emotions. As you know, I still smell fast that needs experience and guidance from all of you. The royal honorees especially the important people in the palace"

The faces there looked increasingly uncomfortable and could only duck. Realizing that things were starting to calm down, Victoria began to open her voice again.

"Maybe you questioned all the plans I made. I will explain with an outline and I want no one to cut my speech"

Marquess Mincheas nodded while looking at Victoria. Victoria nodded back briefly and began her explanation

"The fuss of all those plans is, I want a hard work out of our own hands. We cannot continue to depend and rely on others, let alone continue to ask. So, the contents of the parchment in the hands of Duke Kendal, as a first step contains. We will send people and farmers to create our own fields in Duchy with the permission of Duke Arthur. I do not like laziness, and this kingdom looks very lazy when we can rely on ourselves. I always remember the words of the late Duke Arathorn, My father once said; if you want to eat, then work. If you want to be rich, eat hard. If you want to be very rich then combine everything and be ready to sacrifice...." Victoria searched to sip her teacup gracefully. Then he continued when his throat was wet again. "Farmers in the capital are almost non-existent, but in other regions there is for what reason? the capital has been spoiled for too long with giving and donating without guiding them to work alone, producing on their own. It's true that all of that was triggered by the land in the capital and most of the infertile areas that were the main culprits, but now, Albany is working together. Isn't that a way for us to change, right? or do we just want to keep going like this?"

Seeing that things were getting quiet and serious, Victoria glanced at Marquess Mincheas and Earl Xenas who nodded. Then continue

"For the parchment that was in Duke Argentt's hands, it contained the next plan. When we send people and farmers to Albany, they will learn there how to produce good and right. Believe me, if the Albany people are more willing to die than to be brought out of Duchy Albany especially with the reason to be involved in helping the kingdom. Therefore, we can only rely on the people we plant there to be a farmer guide here, in the capital or other regions. Even in Duchy Argentt.." Victoria returned a thin smile that was immediately given by Duke Argentt when his Duchy mentioned Victoria in a friendly tone. "The seasons in all kingdoms are the same, the air that everyone breathes in throughout the kingdom is the same, the sunlight, the rainwater that is given from above the sky is also the same for the whole kingdom means, the, the problem is the land we try to bring the blessed land of Albany here. We can make dozens of Albany plots of land here to sow and store the results. It's not just a bullshit plan, I've read the history of royal agriculture in the arid eastern continental regions. And this is the way they use with results that are quite satisfactory for them"

Marquess Mincheas nodded in understanding to Victoria. Victoria who saw the head nodding continued

"And, for the last parchment. I've already discussed it and the outline is. When the western region can be invited to work together, we will do the same there by using their own people. We can only achieve three results at once. First the food results, second the progress of the region and third is their relationship of trust that will be stronger in us"

After Victoria declared her plans, the meeting closed with the silence of all the important participants there. Victoria quickly went outside the room. The lack of rest and pressure in the room made him dizzy and nauseous. For the land of Albany! Victoria's a seventeen-year-old girl if everyone forgets.

Carl who realized that Victoria was not doing well immediately suggested to rest but, Victoria refused and chose to go straight to King George's room without wanting to be accompanied. Although Carl does not agree but, recalling that before leaving his father's room, Duke Kendal invites to meet. Carl just nodded his head and let Victoria.

"So you're on duty now to be Carl's dog?" Duke Kendal's voice made Carl just look at him deeply. Duke Kendal continued. "Stay with your Qibla Carl. He did not deserve the devotion of Calhount. We are the Kings from the past to the present"

"That color you guys made a bastard?"

"What's your max, Carl?"

Both of Carl's hands clenched tightly until his knuckles turned white

"My fathom is clear Your Grace, every Calhount always has an illegitimate child who will be sent to be the 'dog' of the Kings of the kingdom, that's the max of our lives right?"

"Nor!"

"But now, after this speech of yours. I'm increasingly convinced to escape the usefulness of why we can be made"

"What the fuck are you, Carl!"

"I'm not going to follow Calhount's traditions and narratives anymore"

Duke Kendal with a reddened face for holding back the anger smiled curiously

"You think who you are Carl, if you were born from the seed of another nobleman. You're not gonna be like this"

Carl smiled bitterly

"really so. That's your goal to make an illegitimate child in every generation of Calhount. You want to remain well entwined with the kingdom, bound to be the King's dog by handing us over as offerings"

"Waahh.the woman was really dangerous as it turned out" While shaking her head and laughing without a sense of humor Duke Kendal looked at Carl. "What did he give you to wash your brain so far, Carl? that little witch is so cunning Carl! awake!"

"So your mouth Your Grace! Her Highness was neither 'the woman' nor 'the witch' she was the Princess of this occupation! The Future Queen Consort of Francia! She is our Princess....! Be careful in your words Your Grace!"

"Please, Carl!"

Ignoring his father's anger, Carl immediately bowed deeply

"Good afternoon Your Grace..."

And left his father to step for sure on his decision.

And without the two of them noticing, one listened well to all their dark conversations

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