Behind The Castle's

**KING GEORGE II**

With a haughty raised chin. The pair of pitch-green eyeballs stared intently at a person sitting in a magnificent chair with one hand supporting the right side of the head.

Victoria did not care about Edward and the other knights who had already lowered their heads with one knee attached to the floor carpet. A sign that they are paying the highest honor to the one who has the most absolute power in Francia, King George II. The real killer, the real devil.

Victoria's jaw hardens as her memories re-spin on the horrific events of her family. Victoria's hands clenched firmly, her pair of shiny pitch-green eyeballs increasingly staring intently at the demon in front of her. Victoria's chest rumbled violently shouting to reply. But, as yet he stepped in to bite, a pair of hands quickly clutched his two shoulders firmly. Someone pushed on Victoria's back, following a kick in the leg that forced her knee to bend and stick to the floor carpet.

A meaningful smile rose on King George's lips. He raised his head still with a meaningful smile while returning Victoria's sharp gaze.

In her memory, Victoria felt the meaningful gaze of King George seemed familiar. The gaze that held a lot of meaning and plan, was reminiscent of the same gaze as his father's gaze when he was staring at the trade flow letter he wanted.

"Welcome Victoria, you're all grown up now." Victoria was unmoved at the heavy voice of the middle-aged man who might not be much different from her father's age. Anger, disgust, and resentment quickly filled and gnawed into Victoria's heart. "Your face looks more and more like William's, but with Emylis' lips and eye color." King George continued his words with his lips constantly smiling.

It was Victoria's sense of hearing that captured the names of her parents coming out of King George's mouth. It aroused a swirling of his anger that he could no longer bear. Victoria tried to stand up. Following all his instincts back to want to bite the demon. But, when his legs will be upright, his shoulders are held back and pressed firmly by someone. To make his knees back to the floor carpet with a rough.

King George curled his lips upward after seeing Victoria's burning anger. He got out of his seat. His feet began to climb the steps of the throne ladder until it stopped at the end of the stairs.

The distance and Victoria was getting thinner, making Victoria increasingly able to look sharply at a pair of gray eyeballs with black hair that had begun to whiten on both sides of her head. "You must be tired, son, take a break and...." King George drew closer to Victoria with a smile constantly imprinted on her lips. His head positioned their faces, which brought their eyes closer together to give each other glares directly into Victoria's two eye beads. And whatever King George's intentions are on his face. The gaze managed to send a shivering feeling that instantly crept onto Victoria's back. "Arthur your brother is also tired after winning in one position in the western region. Likely tomorrow when she's on her break, we'll just send her a condolence message."

This time, the fear that King Geogre had sent began to creep rapidly throughout Victoria's soul. Victoria's back is getting shivering.

The second look of that pair of gray eyeballs, and every word that came out of that mouth, instantly struck all the remnants of Victoria's courage. Because King George's last words, not just ordinary words. That's a threat. King George insists that if Arthur's older brother Victoria is under their control.

And Victoria. Accept not accept, must calmly follow all his words.

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The man immediately dropped his body to the side. His body was wet with sweat. Wide chest and field up and down because the breath is still ravaged. His athletic body, which only wore birth clothes, finally began to feel cold after getting released. From the tail of his eyes, the man glanced to the side. To the woman in whose condition, not much better than him.

With strength left, the woman tried to shift her body to get closer and into the man's arms. Long enough they regulate their breath and self-soothing, with the woman increasing her embrace. The real hug tonight, full of terms of ownership.

"Fred, did I hear that your bride-to-be will arrive at the palace today?" The woman, asked while raising her head to look at the handsome face of the man. Wanted to see the response of his handsome man's face. But the man looked flabbergasted. Just answer by winking his shoulders indifferently. "So, who was elected? The eldest daughter or the youngest?" The friend again asked a question.

Back, after continuing to ask, the woman did not also get any answers from the man. The man's face remained the same, looking uninterested. But it didn't make the woman stop opening her mouth. "I once met the eldest daughter during her debut party. She's very pretty and gentle. He also looks smart and elegant. Her face and body look very similar to Her Grace Arathorn but...." Finally, the man's face slightly lowered to stare at the beautiful face of the woman. "But I've never seen the youngest. I only heard that she was also very beautiful even though reportedly, her beauty was still not comparable to the beauty of her elder sister."

The man only smiled faintly staring at the two brown beads of the woman. Her hand gently stroked the woman's wavy red hair. "Are you jealous?"

The woman's brows furrowed, then clucked in annoyance. "Ck! don't tease me Fredrick."

The oddity slowly sounded from the man's mouth, his lips immediately landing affectionately on the woman's temple. "Just relax, I just love you, Calista." He said full of promise.

Shorten the woman's trustful head. To close their conversation. Until the two fell asleep with each other embracing each other affectionately.

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Greetings dear all.