The Bloody Crown

BC 12's

PRAANGGG!!!

SRAAANGGG!!!

The precise throw of a glass to the throne seat of King Feroca, directly followed by many swords that were directly directed at Ferdinand who had raised his glass. At the wine glass pitcher that immediately littered the magnificent seat of the Bosnian King.

SRAANGS!

The swords increased again and were directed at Francesca who had bent down to catch Summer's body that was about to kiss the floor.

The sight, instantly made Jeremmy's face flushed red with anger, with Tomy already losing her flat face. Very quickly they ran while pulling their swords

THE SRANGG!!

Then followed all the other knights of Francia

CRANNGG!!!

And welcomed by the rest of the Bosnian sword men in the hall

SRAAANGGG!!!

The strangulation of the Ladies and their real fear, in fact, can not stop the tension that has broken.

The sword ends were pointing at each other. Francesca, Ferdinand, and Summer. The King of Feroca and Regan. The knights of Francia. And on the Bosnian guards.

The flashes of light bouncing on the swords circled and spun around bounced off each other on the walls and on the floor of the hall. The faces of the invited guests were already full of fear. The faces of the knights of Francia had already tightened, with the scent of them thirsting for the blood of the two people who were at the end of their swords, and also the presumptuous guards who had dared to raise their swords at Her Highness, His Highness, and Her Majesty!

Francesca ignored all the tension, she was very busy examining Summer's body. Summer who could see all the tension tried to reject Francesca while shaking her head strongly.

"Your Majesty.."

But Francesca kept checking every inch of her sister's body and skin

The situation there has made Regan lose her annoying face. Her annoying face had already turned into an irritating look. Both of his eyes looked at the cynical knights of Francia who were undaunted and with absolute obedience, perfectly prepared to kill them.

Ferdinand calmly, snatched the sword next to Solar's waist that he had not exited. His hand continued to move the sword without opening the sheath, yet.

Feroca keeps an eye around. Judging and staring at all the knights who fell on the number ten of his count. Which means, if the Francia guest is definitely carrying a super tight escort because, it can be knotted. If there could be more knights waiting outside

No matter to him, a reliable Prince and ten knights of Francia would not be - but,

When Feroca's eyes could capture the emblem on the right arms of the knights, it showed a picture of King Fredrick's coat of arms, indicating their identity, meaning if they were.... the dogs of King Fredrick! francia's killing machine!

"Let your swords down!"

Feroca acts fast. He must reduce all the tension if he does not want the hassles.

Francesca who was finally able to see the situation, re-enforced her back with all her honor. Half the corners of his lips were drawn as the Bosnian swords began to fall. Ferdinand tilted his grin, as all the Bosnian swords finally descended.

With the best possible face set to look calm again, Feroca again spoke as calm and as capable as he could

"I'm sorry for the little commotion of our young bodyguard who's still this unstable Queen Francesca"

Francesca and Ferdinand who could catch the reason for what made all the Bosnian swords 'must' go down, both pulled the half corner of their lips together. Turns out.. The Bosnian king was quite cautious and self-aware

"Back to your place"

Francesca's orders immediately made Francia's swords go down. And with all absolute courtesy and obedience, the knights instantly dispersed and spread out.

Summer glanced to her right and left, when both her hands were already held by both warm hands. Hands that were always very warm to warm his heart, until both eyes re-energized.

"Princess Summer, come back"

Regan spoke softly while looking at Summer and Summer's two hands fixedly. Both of Summer's hands were already in the hands of her brothers. By force, Summer tries to let go of her hand but,

"Sum, we'll come to take you back home later. Please wait and hold on. Forgive us"

Ferdinand's soft voice made Summer's chest shake violently. With a heart that was completely inexhaustible, especially due to Ferdinand's promise and apology, Summer quickly jumped at Ferdinand without caring about anything else. His talk is starting to sound very mendramama for people who do not have a heart.

Francesca's two hands clenched tightly upon hearing her sister's sobbing. Both of their parents never even made Summer cry like that, but look at what Bosnia has done! Along with Summer's still-continuing sound, Francesca spoke sharply.

"Go Princess Summer. And stop crying"

Although Ferdinand did not understand his twin's wishes, but slowly and obediently, Ferdinand began to remove Summer's body. Summer who refused to try to keep hugging her brother, but free because Ferdinand still let go. Ferdinand's hand cupped Summer's face, looking at her sister's wet eyes. The sight made the pain spread rapidly in Ferdinand's heart.

"Go Sum. Remember, family is everything"

Amidst his reluctance, Summer looked at Ferdinand meaningfully. Ferdinand who could catch the look on his little sister's face that had changed slightly, smiled warmly. Then took off his hand, taking off their sister for a while.

A man who had just been silent and continued to watch the events below. The incident that had started to cool down a little, continued to pay attention to the circumstances and raced blue in the hall. His hand that was holding wine occasionally sipped the contents of his glass while enjoying the spectacle with a middle-aged woman next to him.

"intriguing"

The woman beside him made the man glance at the woman next to him. Who very gracefully sipped the contents of his glass back.

"Yes.it's interesting, very interesting"

The man muttered as he sipped the glass.

"Are they not going to live in Helstingr? Francia and Bosnia are pretty far away"

"I don't think they're that stupid to stay in the enemy's cage, Delana"

The woman, Delana, nodded briefly. Agreeing to what the mature man said next to him, then spoke again

"Your eyes can't escape the young queen Ryes"

The man, Ryes, immediately turned to look at Delana while glancing

"If I told you she was very pretty, would you be jealous of Lana?"

The old face of the middle-aged spirit woman who was still very beautiful for her age was starting to shrivel in annoyance. Both of his eyes stared downwards cynically.

"He is beautiful. But you're mine Ryes. Don't even try"

The subtle rarity instantly slid off Ryes' lips. His hand again shook the glass next to his.

"Of course Lana" Ryes' head turned to look at Lana seductively. "I will always be yours"

Hearing the sweet promise that came out from Ryes' sensual lips, Delana clasped her chest against Ryes's hand to bring her lips closer to Ryes's ears.

"Tonight, come to my room. I missed you"

With a teasing smile still imprinted on her lips, Ryes nodded obediently.

"OK..."

Ryes's answer made Delana smile, then kissed Ryes' cheek in a friendly manner.

"I go back down first if so" While taking her steps to immediately head to the stairs out the back door, Delana spoke again. "Don't stay here too long Rai"

Ryes just kept quiet with a smile. His two friendly eyes instantly darkened as Delana's back started to drift away. Until finally Ryes' smile also disappeared along with the disappearance of Delana's body from the direction of view.

Ryes' hand was raised, and immediately wiped roughly next to her cheek. His jaw tightened with a gaze that looked far ahead

"You're still serving him Rai?"

Without even needing to look, Ryes was very familiar with that voice. Both of his hands were clenched firmly while hissing sharply.

"Don't interfere in Richi's adult affairs"

"Hhm. You're right. I'm still too small to understand the job of a mistress-Oh no! you're not just a mistress, but the old lady's bed slave" An amused nagging glided from Richard's mouth. On the sidelines of his chuckling Richard's mouth muttered. "You're a disgusting man who's pathetic Rai"

Ryes' hands were getting clenched. Next to his hand that still gripped the glass, immediately made the innocent glass crack. Crack and just wait a little touch again to break into pieces

Ricahard who kept watching Ryes started to smile while looking at the glass in Ryes' hands.

He waited, waiting patiently for time. When will the glass break until it is no longer helped

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