The Bloody Crown
BC 10
In a luxurious room in the most socialite inn in Bosnia, the masterful hand began to compile the things they had brought from Francia to welcome tonight
The best makeup tools, super beautiful dresses, really fancy shoes, the best jewelry among the best, fantastic tiara, and gloves with the best beer, she said, it was neatly lined up on a bed. Ready to be selected.
Francesca's index finger began to guide her choices directly in the arms of her servant. After the choice was obtained, with the gesture ready to start, the masterful hand owner asked politely.
"What kind of hair do you want to see, Your Majesty?"
"Make me as beautiful as Susane"
Susane smiled at Francesca's words. She was quite amused when for the first time, her nona, their Queen, asked to dress herself as beautifully as possible. In fact, with only in pairs of dresses made from wheat sacks though, the nonanya will still be able to look beautiful. The kind of sharp beauty that always makes people shiver because they feel cold fascinated.
"Well Your Majesty, let me put on your dress"
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Summer stared at her reflection in front of the mirror. Tonight is the worst night he has ever felt after the night of his arrival in Bosnia.
With a super luxurious and beautiful dress that has wrapped her body, with a hairstyle made as beautiful as possible, with makeup that is polished as beautiful as possible. The anger and hatred in Summer's chest could not be well covered.
Because tonight, is the night of her engagement to the most disgusting Prince Summer has ever known.
"Your Highness.you are so beautiful"
Summer again ignores any form of praise and any form of questioning directed at her, as always.
Until the sound of the door dredging, made Summer glance towards the door. He will do all this well, without a fight, because it is impossible for him to fight. Will waste energy if he refuses, especially he could be hurt by Bosnian demons.
"His Highness has arrived, Your Highness"
Very reluctantly and lazily, Summer began to rise from her seat. With graceful steps that covered her hateful steps, Summer headed to the doorstep. And there, one of the Bosnian demons was waiting for him.
Both of Regan's clear blue eyeballs stared fixedly at Summer. All the looks and every dent Summer had were not missed in her gaze, which made Regan's satisfied smile rise.
"Good night sweet"
Summer's hair immediately pierced to hear Regan's voice as if she was seducing a prostitute in a bar. His direction of view only returned Regan's gaze with a cold look. Regan smiled again.
Karna did not get an answer either, smiling Regan cleared her throat several times, and immediately gave her elbow.
"Come on. It's all waiting for us baby"
It feels, Summer's entrails want to come out of her stomach when Regan again speaks like she is seducing a prostitute at the bar. Sweetheart's ass!
By strengthening himself, Summer begins to mutter Regan's elbow. He will follow the game of what these demons want but, suddenly, a speck of warmth lodged in Summer's chest when he imagined if his brothers would come
Coming up? Of course it is.... Summer did not need to guess whether Bosnia would invite Francia or not, because obviously the answer is 'Definitely'. Bosnia must have an agenda that is somehow unknown, and if she is the one used, it means it is mingling with her brothers. Ohh no. More precisely with the heir to the throne.
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After a few hours of travel. Inside a luxurious carriage with the emblem of two two-headed snakes, a pair of sturdy legs finally came out when the carriage door was opened by Jeremny.
Ferdinand, with a cold face. Look at the magnificent palace in front of him. The palace was even more grander than Rembrantd's palace, but no less majestic than Vancia's empty Royal palace.
Quickly, Tomy helped another passenger who had been with Ferdinand through the journey. A passenger who now has the most important role in Francia.
"They're this big, but they still want to eat"
Francesca's cold voice of hatred was clearly heard in the hearing senses of all the knights and Ferdinand.
Is correct... Bosnia was not a small and poor kingdom. Bosnia is one of the largest kingdoms in Europe. But of course, the kingdom is now the largest kingdom by cooperating with three other works.
"Come Frans"
Ferdinand immediately wrapped his hand which instantly made Francesca squash her twin elbow.
They began to step in front of the palace door that was already open. Open to welcome guests, including them.
The flat-faced look, the look of cold eyes, and the manner of walking that very much showed who they were, made the guards in front of the door directly look at Francesca without being able to blink. And that presumptuous treatment, made Ferdinand immediately sound cold
"So damn your eyes! Announce Her Majesty Francesca Francia"
The cold snarl that sounded, especially after hearing who the super beautiful woman was, made the door guard flinch and immediately bowed politely. Although their eyes were very reluctant to take off the beautiful scenery in front of them, but they knew themselves enough to immediately bow politely
"Sorry Your Majesty Queen Francesca and..."
Another bodyguard looked timidly at Ferdinand to make it clear who the man who dared to hold the super beautiful young Queen. Although in truth, they could already guess who the handsome man who looked very similar to Francesca was.
"His Highness Prince Ferdinand Francia"
Solar quickly voiced out to break the silence as the handsome Ferdinand was reluctant to reply. Because it seemed, from the look on Ferdinand's face, he had been eager to gouge out every sassy eye that dared to put his gaze on Francesca, his twin, his twin, half of his soul that Ferdinand could feel if it had started to get distracted at the damn spy who could not take his eyes off.
"HER MAJESTY QUEEN FRANCESCA AND HIS HIGHNESS PRINCE FERDINAND ARRIVE!!"
The announcement of the kingdom that had just been successfully attacked with the Bosnian victory, made anyone who had a head immediately turned his head. Looking forward to looking at and judging every corner of the Queen and Prince Francia's twin's appearance.
With their chins held high, with a step that showed all their honor. Francesca who was in Ferdinand's arms continued to step in without caring about all the heads that had approached each other, and all the Ladies' fans that had started to open. The tons have started to do their habit, satisfying their mouths and ears.
The direction of the two twins, just keep staring ahead. The two sharp gray eyeballs that symbolized the heir to the throne of Francia, began to tremble and smolder. The two eyeballs as green as the distinctive beautiful leaves belonging to the descendants of the rulers Albany and Ross, began to gloss full of burning embers.
Over there. In front of them, on the steps of the stairs, on the throne. King Feroca immediately stood up while smiling curiously staring at their arrival. Next to his hand began to move to play the red wine that stayed half and began to move from his great chair.
With a step that showed the full gesture of his welcoming power, King Feroca began to climb the steps.
Ferdinand's two hands clenched with Francesca's hands clutching Ferdinand's arms. They with all their body and soul refrained from immediately spitting on the face of King Feroca who was in front of them.
"Well well... Look...who came this!!"
The sound of excessive welcome but clearly scented insults. Making a state of silence with the hands of guests who try to cover their mouths that are laughing? smiley? insulting? Who care!! Ferdinand and Francesca did not care! Moreover, because next to the steps they could already see what was the main reason they came.
Summer, in the arms of a man, was already staring at Francesca and Ferdinand with a look of tribulation filled with a look of sadness. Until both of Summer's eyes quivered almost spilling her tears.
Their whole life! As long as they live by watching their sister! Never once did the beloved Princess of Francia show such agonizing gazes and faces as if she had caught the burning gaze of Ferdinand and Francesca by now.
Their younger sister, Summer their beloved sister, Her Highness is Francia's favorite. It has managed to arouse anger and hatred that very strongly, has tried to hold his brothers from ever since they set foot in Bosnia.
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