Queen Sword's

Queen Sword's
Eps 85 Let's get married



Axel walked into the Emperor's palace, he approached Rubia who was sitting in the living room while enjoying tea alone.


"Hail Your Majesty" Axel said as he bowed as soon as he arrived before Rubia.


"Yes, sit comfortably Axel" he said after putting the tea cup back on the table.


"What do you want to talk about, Sire?" Axel took the teacup in front of him and sipped it slowly.


"Let's get married"


"Pfdtr uhuuukkk" Axel who was shocked suddenly choked on the hot tea water his face looked very red.


Rubia held out a handkerchief to him "You okay?"


Axel took a handkerchief then wiped his mouth "Sorry Sire, I was too shocked to be disrespectful in front of you"


"It doesn't matter, so how about a week from now?"


Axel looked agape "Why so sudden?"


"Well, sooner or later, we have to get married, right? There's no harm in speeding it up, is it?"


"Are you doing this because of the insistence of the nobles during the meeting? If it's true then I object if you have to do this marriage"


"Whatchu mean? I just think it's time we got married"


"Are you sure?" Axel looked at Rubia's face with a heart.


"certain"


"Alright, I'll follow your wishes" he began to smile.


"But, there's one thing we both have to agree on first"


"What deal is that?"


"After marriage I don't want to have children, so I don't want to have excessive physical contact"


Deg, Axel was stunned to hear that, he thought by marrying her solely for wanting an heir to the throne, but what did he just hear?


Axel's face frowned "What do you mean Sire? Do you hate making physical contact with me? So why are we getting married?"


"Don't get me wrong, you know I've suffered a long time from curses right? I know you already know that even if you never ask, it's because I can't let my descendants feel the same pain as me because of this curse, I hope you understand"


"So why are we married?"


"I wish you would take the throne when I can't stand it anymore"


Axel's facial sharpening hardened "Do you think I'll take it with pleasure?"


"What do you mean you turned it down?"


"Hahh, it turns out you think I'm as low as that yeah, I really don't think you think like that, you think I've survived all the way with your rejection because what?"


"Don't get me wrong, I did that because you deserved that position with your ability, rejection? It's not right Axel don't get me wrong thinking I just think it's time"


"So you asked for marriage so that you could hand over the throne to me? but that's not what I expected Sire" Axel's face looked very disappointed.


"What do you want you to agree to my wishes?"


Axel just left with a burst of anger even though he had tried to hold it all his might in front of Rubia, but his eyes could not lie, eyes filled with anger and disappointment.


"Why is he so angry? I really don't understand" Rubia got up and walked into her room.


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Axel returned to Duke Harington's residence on his chariot, pensive along the way thinking about what he had just heard, he should feel happy because after a long wait finally the invitation to marry from him was really spoken, but for him it is futile to marry if only to inherit the throne of his own wife, is not what he wants, but for him it is in vain to marry if only to inherit the throne of his own wife, he just wants to be his companion no less and no more, what does he say? Don't want physical contact? That word really hurt the pride of Axel Harington.


The coachman stopped the carriage.


"Sir, we can't pass because there is a troubled horse carriage in front" said the coachman from his seat.


Then Axel came out of the horse-drawn carriage, where he saw a chariot whose wheels were almost off the hinges, next to him stood a Lady whom he knew with her paddle with a panicked look.


The coachman approached Axel "Master, should we take another path but it will take more time"


"Well, wait a minute" Axel walked over to the owner of the troubled carriage.


"Miss Amelie, do you need a ride?"


"Mr Axel, can you give me a ride?"


"Sure, let's get in my horse-drawn carriage"


"Thank you Master" Amelie and her ladyboy followed Axel into the carriage.


The atmosphere in the horse-drawn carriage seemed quiet, they sat facing each other but Amelie saw the look on Axel's face that was not good so she felt reluctant to start a chat, so she was reluctant to start a conversation, Amelie just kept quiet with a few glances at Axel's silent face.


"Are you okay, sir?" finally he dared to ask.


Axel glanced at him "Do I look okay?" his voice looked cold, meaning that his current mood was really very bad and did not want to be disturbed.


"No" Amelie immediately shut her mouth tightly.


After a while the horse-drawn carriage finally arrived in front of the gate of the Marquess residence, Axel went down first and he helped Amelie down from there.


"Thank you so much Mr. Axel for the ride"


"Yes" Axel immediately went back into his horse carriage, the train went quickly.Successfully at the residence of Duke Harington.


Axel came down and he walked into the luxurious mansion, the atmosphere of the residence felt very quiet, then he stopped, a Duke family healing priest came out of his parents' room, The priest stopped in front of Axel with his head bowed, his feelings starting to feel bad.


Axel immediately ran to his parents' room, he opened the door and found his silent mother crying silently in front of her husband who was lying with a very pale face.


Axel immediately approached and hugged his mother tightly, at once his mother's cries burst out, crying roars in his son's arms.


"When your father's last wish was to see you marry His Majesty" he murmured sobbing.


"I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry" Axel was no longer able to hold back his tears, it felt like in an instant he had fallen mired into the abyss of deep despair. Before long his brother and sister-in-law opened the room, everyone was crying, the sound of crying was so echoing in Axel's ears at that time.


In an instant the news of Duke Harington's passing began to be heard all over the city.


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Seriate.