
"So you picked the youngest?"
Edward was sitting sweetly at the training ground of the soldiers and knights, the palace knight camp. His hand was coolly sharpening the sword but, an annoying voice that suddenly appeared and caught his ear, made him become lazy. That annoying voice that he was very familiar with, came without being invited and would definitely disturb his composure, always.
"Ck!" Decak Edward with a puff.
"Hey I asked, Ed."
Finally Edward stopped his hand and raised his head to stare at the direction of the annoying voice. "I didn't choose it."
"Then who?"
"Ask your father, Fred."
"Hhmm... So His Majesty? Why was he chosen?"
Edward returned to grumbling. This time, Edward completely stopped sharpening his sword and immediately sheathed back his sword. Then look at the questioner. "I told Fredrick, ask your father yourself."
With his buttocks that had landed on the long chair in front of Edward. Fredrick looked at Edward full of max. Edward looked at her with caution. "Tomorrow I'll borrow your shirt Ed." Said Fredrick very casually, impressed not to have any maxut.
Edward furrowed his brows while looking at Fredrick's annoying face.
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"So what did you get yesterday, Di?"
In front of the mirror. Victoria stared at the reflection of her face and the face of Diana who was behind her while enjoying a gentle massage of Diana's hands on her head.
"Not much, my Lady." Victoria clucked in dislike, and gave an annoyed look at Diana. Diana, who felt that maybe her non-boyfriend was upset because of her useless self, immediately lowered her head. "I'm sorry my Lady. I'm still lacking." Victoria's sighing made Diana feel even more guilty and fearful. He was afraid that his nona would be disappointed in his incompetence.
"How many times should I remind Diana. The first rule, if we're both not being stiff. And rule three, we're friends." Diana's hands shook with her smiling lips. Diana's facial features made Victoria anxious. "Repeat." Pinta Victoria's gnarled.
With a big smile and full of joy, Diana repeated her way of speaking to Vicroria. "Not much Victoria. Forgive my shortcomings Vic."
Hearing the informal speech and her name being casually mentioned by Diana, Victoria chuckled in excitement. "No problem. Tell me, what have you got?"
"Duchy is now taken care of by Mr. Joseph." Diana answered quickly.
Quickly too, Victoria immediately turned her head to look at Diana with a look of face turned into enthusiasm. His feet quickly stood up, and pulled Diana's hand towards the bed. A little dragging Diana to come up on the bed. But, Diana's body resolutely refused the pull from Victoria's hand, which made Victoria again clucked in annoyance. "Ck! it's an order, get up here."
Victoria looked at Diana firmly. Both hands immediately patted next to the bed he was sitting on. Inevitably, Diana finally took off her shoes and went up to the bed to sit down. Victoria smiled broadly. "Continue, Di."
Diana nodded briefly. "Duchy is now taken care of by your butler Joseph All the taxes and revenues from the crops, 70% goes into Albany's finances and the rest goes into the palace coffers."
"Sy devil! That bastard!" Umpathize Victoria without restraint.
Diana gasped at Victoria's harsh curse which she had certainly addressed to the King. Diana was about to reprimand, but given how the massacre happened to the Victorian family, Diana finally chose silence and let.
"So they let Joseph live to keep Duchy under control until Arthur returns? They'll still be extorting and using my family name, huh?"
Diana flinching. Because it's too presumptuous to say yes, but it's too stupid to say no. Diana caught a stroke of drought on Victoria's face, her non-jaws hardened, with her head turned up to prevent tears from coming out. Gently Diana grabbed Victoria's hand and stroked the back of her nona hand, trying to give her strength.
Victoria took a deep breath to scoop her composure. "I'm fine, go on, Di."
Diana nodded. "Your debut party will be your engagement to His Highness Prince Fredrick." Victoria looked at Diana with her eyebrows furrowed deeply, until those pretty eyebrows almost fused together. Diana continued. "I don't know if you've heard of this Vic. Do you know if His Highness Prince Fredrick is a famous playboy? And he also has a mistress of a Baron's daughter?"
Seeing his non-native response that was very nobility, and very inelegant. Even the expression on her nona face right now was ridiculous adorable, Diana could only smile in dismay. "You don't know Vic?"
Victoria shook her head while snorting in a very inelegant manner, and dropped her rough back onto the bed. "Where do I know. I haven't mingled with any other nobles." Victori glanced at Diana. "Then?"
The understanding Diana opened her mouth again. "The color of his image that only always plays around especially the bad scandal that too often rises to the surface. The royal parliament and many other great nobles, so prefer leaning towards His Highness Prince Henry, his half-sister His Highness Prince Fredrick. To give support."
The corner of Victoria's lips was pulled upwards. "of course. Who would be led by the King of brandal and pervert." Her lips.
Diana finally chuckled amusedly at the words of her non. "But His Highness Prince Henry also has a physical deficiency."
Victoria nodded confidently. "I knew. I once overheard Viscount Cornwell and my father talking when they talked about Prince Henry's somewhat clumsy manner of speaking. But even so, during his lifetime, Prince Henry had a clean list of lives as well as a person who was positively qualified to be a good and responsible King." Victoria sounded very confident in her opinion.
Diana was silent. Because this is not the area to give opinions or reject opinions.
Victoria pulled Diana's hand tightly until Diana's body fell asleep in bed. "My neck is stiffened to look at your face. So when I go to bed you have to fall asleep, too."
Even though Diana knew her nonan was just reasoned, she hesitantly nodded and followed obediently.
"Oh my goodness Diana... What wedding will I have? Why should I be tied to a pervert." Victoria scratched her non-itchy hair in annoyance.
Grimacing uncomfortably, Diana looked at Victoria. "Have you ever seen His Highness Prince Fredrick?" Victoria blinked her shoulders indifferently and Diana continued her speech. "At first I only often heard that His Highness Prince Fredrick was the most handsome man in Francia. And when I finally saw him in the palace, he was indeed very handsome. Even in my entire life, I've never seen a man more handsome than him in Francia."
Victoria narrowed her eyes looking at Diana. It was as if he was full of probing thoughts. "That means I shouldn't be tempted by him. If I give her my heart, I will suffer."
This time Diana broke her limits by giving a confident nod to Victoria. Diana also did not want if one day her nonan will cry again because of another injury from the Castalarox family, this royal family.
"Actually, where is the second wife of the demon lord?" Victoria's voice again broke the silence that had occurred.
"His Highness' mother Prince Henry?" Ask Diana. Victoria nodded. "Her Majesty Queen Elisabeth lives in Castle Larina, Vic."
"Why does it always never show up?" Victoria looked back at Diana.
"Color's been a long time Her Majesty Elisabeth's been so sick." Diana was sure.
"Hhhmm... and then?"
Diana looked at Victoria with a look of regret. "That's all I got, Vic."
Another case with Diana who felt guilty, Victoria gave a wide smile and grabbed the back of Diana's hand. "Thank you." Diana nodded in relief. "But I have other duties for you," Diana looked at Victoria ready and perceptive. "First, find out how I can meet Edward's killer." Diana nodded. "Second, find any way I can meet Queen Elisabeth in person. Whatever it is." Diana hesitated. "And the third, find out how long and who, if necessary, the mistress of the lewd brandal man. But most importantly, what was the name of his father who was a Baron."
FREDRICK PHILIP DAVID CASTALAROX
Age: 25 Y.O
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