The Bloody Crown

BC 11's

Ferdinand's jaw tightened with both of his increasingly shiny eyes full of killing intent. On her flat face, Francesca's teeth had already cursed with her two foggy eyes full of vengeance.

Feeling his speech did not get a response. In fact, the two guests of his 'istimewannya' were already presumptuous enough not to look at him. The Feroca King followed the two guests' eyes in front of him. And when he understood what was happening, King Feroca's half-humiliated smile appeared.

The silence and tension that began to grow because the eve of killing the two guests grew stronger. Making King Feroca glance at his son. Gave an invisible message to the man who took Summer to get close to them.

Regan, who could also smell the bloodthirsty scent, immediately moved her hand to Summer's waist. Ignoring Summer's body, which stiffened immediately due to the action, Regan had to drag Summer's waist a little rough to get Summer to follow in her footsteps.

Everyone saw that, all eyes could see what Regan was doing. And of course that scene, instantly made the blood of Summer's brothers boil.

"Here we go to Prince Regan and my son-in-law"

Francesca was eager to spit into King Feroca's face. Ferdinand was eager to strangle Regan who kept touching his sister while grinning.

Withstanding all her wrathful but also poignant feelings, Summer jerked Regan's hand violently. No matter what else, she had to keep Regan's sassy hand away. Because Summer had to ease the wrath of her brothers who were ready to explode.

Summer does not want chaos that can hurt her brothers who are in the enemy's nest. Summer does not want anything to happen to the family that now, it has become Summer's hope to survive. Only them, only her sisters make Summer still have the intention to breathe. Because of that, Summer will take good care of her brothers. Whatever he would do even if he had to exchange his soul for the devil, Summer would happily do it for the life and happiness of Francesca and Ferdinand

With both eyes growing more and more tears, Summer began to take her gesture. Crossing her legs, pulling both sides of her dress, bending her knees slightly, and speaking in pain.

"Good night, Your.. Ma-Majesty Queen Francesca" Summer straightened her head back and straightened her legs while looking at Ferdinand for a moment, then bowed politely. "Good night Your Highness Prince Ferdinand"

The burning feeling in Francesca and Ferdinand's hearts was slightly sidetracked as Summer greeted them. They glanced at each other for a moment, then both took a deep breath to reach their calmness back.

Regan who had been continuously focused on the body shape and cold face Francesca smirked at the bastard. Proudly and smiling curiously, Regan's body moved slightly forward as she extended her looking hand, her back bowing politely. Clearly asked Francesca's hand for their first introduction but,

Tension is back. As Francesca took a look and immediately moved from the front of Regan.

Seeing Francesca's apparent sassiness, Feroca finally growled in annoyance. He who was provoking the irritation of others became upset because it turned out, the Francia boys were very arrogant and fearless!

Ferdinand glanced back at the movement of Francesca who was grabbing two glasses of wine. Then looked at his sister with sadness.

Summer who continued to look at her brother could only reply with a bitter smile. The look in his eyes showed the sadness and longing that was being held with all his life.

"Diname"

Ferdinand quickly grabbed the glass that Francesca was thrusting, politely speaking his mouth

"Thank You Majesty"

Francesca's head nodded briefly and looked back at Feroca's already hardened face. Half of Francesca's lips lifted

"Ah.. Because we're too focused on Princess Summer, we've forgotten that you're here, King Feroca. I hope, you can understand our feelings of King Feroca" Francesca looked at Regan. "Prince Regan"

The tension continued with the hand of King Feroca who began to clutch the glass next to his hand. Regan who saw the real tension was giggling amusedly. His voice made everyone look at him

"We understand Your Majesty. You must miss your sister very much. Oh but calm.we will take good care of him, especially me... The one a few minutes ago had already become her fiance" Regan's hand lifted back up and immediately grabbed Summer's hand. Summer tightly gripped her hand and ignored the rejection of the new small hand. "This sweet Summer Princess"

Friendly remarks and sharpening Regan made Francesca have to sip the contents of her glass. Ferdinand clenched his hands again.

King Feroca, who had been upset, chuckled without a sense of humor while looking at Summer and Regan alternately. Then looked at Ferdinand and Francesca alternately while speaking

Gracefully, Francesca moved a little for what she was doing, and then made a sound

"I don't know where you can call them from" Francesca played her glass, twirled the wine in her glass and spoke again. "Your eyes seem to be getting older"

"You're too presumptuous Queen Francia"

Feroca spoke softly with a sharp tone. Nonchalantly, Francesca blinked both of her shoulders.

"It's called honesty not a shrewdness. What in Bosnia is honesty a shrewdness? Or because she's saying a woman, so honesty becomes an impudence?"

All the guests who were in the audience held their breaths upon hearing Francesca's sharp mouth. They timidly glanced at Feroca who was already grinning horribly. Then Feroca's voice echoed in that hall

"really so. Women are not allowed to be too honest and talk as much as you. And since this is Bosnia, aren't you taught to follow the rules under which your feet rest?"

Ferdinand who had already handed the matters of war a mouth to Francesca, looked at Summer who continued to shake her head anxiously. Then glanced at Francesca who was already nodding dramatically

"Hhmm, what a pity for Bosnian women" Francesca turned her head around the group of ladies who looked tense, then spoke again. "You guys look like ladies' ceramic displays. Important porslen of Bosnia"

Seeing the increasingly smoldering and tense atmosphere, Regan quickly interceded

"Queen Francesca... Justjust please. I humbly ask ag-"

"Prince Regan. Have you never been taught not to cut off the conversation of someone who has a higher status than you? 'Crown Prince'?"

Well.. Ferdinand did not want to interfere in retaliating. He prefers to look at Summer with a calming look. Calm down his sister who looks very anxious

"But Your Ma-"

"King Feroca, what exactly did you teach the Crown Prince of Bosnia? tatakrama is the main point that must be owned by a prospective owner of the throne. The next King's candidate heh?"

Both eyes are sharp shiny Feroca. His jaw tightened while speaking

"You guys are so presumptuous"

"Hm.... Why are we the sassy ones? Look, Prince Ferdinand alone did not dare to open his mouth while we were talking 'warm' right? Then-"

"Close your mouth! Rancid boy!!"

Wrong....

I don't know who and what's wrong. Either Francesca or Feroca are wrong. Because, a shout full of insults Feroca made the knights who came with Francesca and continued to hide according to their duties, suddenly appeared with hands that were already holding their swords.

Regan's instincts were immediately aware that there were some Francia knights who had revealed their bodies without daring to go forward, immediately grinning. Both of his hands quickly moved on Summer's back. Summer who was not ready with Regan's movements, immediately pushed strong

PRAANGGG!!!

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