The Bloody Crown

BC 13

Soft strains of orchestral music continued to fill and accompany all the crowds arranged in the hall. Ladies and gentlemen keep throwing boring chats at each other with the occasional polite laugh they follow.

A tense incident a moment ago, as if it had never happened when he saw how the current state of the hall seemed to be fine.

Ferdinand who continued to sip the contents of his glass, continued to widen his gaze to every corner of the hall. His two sharp eyes lurked, looking as he continued to attach his ears wide.

Next to Ferdinand, Francesca was the same. Francesca continued to widen her gaze to all corners of the hall in search of someone's whereabouts. Someone who hasn't shown his nose.

"Didn't that woman come?"

With a hand that kept shaking his glass, Ferdinand finally made a sound.

"Did that man not come?"

Francesca asked, asking. Then sip the glass.

"That guy was there, he was always looking at you from above"

Ferdinand spoke indifferently while looking at someone who had just entered and instantly made the crowd of Ladies rush at him. Both of Ferdinand's eyes were squeaking sharply.

"And the woman came"

Francesca's grumbling made Ferdinand squint even more at the newly gathered crowd. The crowd was like bees that could instantly smell the scent of flowers rich in nectar.

With her flat face, Francesca patted Ferdinand's hand softly while whispering

"Go away. It must be him"

Leisurely, Francesca's hand placed her glass on just about any table. Ferdinand continued to stare at the crowd of his prey as he spoke

"You sure?"

Francesca did not answer Ferdinand's question anymore. He immediately stepped away when he could see someone who was waiting for him appear and headed straight towards the balcony.

Francesca's step, which had left him, made Ferdinand quickly set down his wine, put down his glass, and then stepped towards his prey.

Francesca's graceful steps continued to move, ignoring all the wild eyes of the men staring at her. Ignoring the gaze full of judgment and fans of the ladies who open because of it.

"You want to join Queen Francesca?"

Francesca paused for a moment to stare at Feroca who asked. Francesca's gaze stared at all the faces of the man who had gathered with Feroca.

"I want to breathe air outside"

Regardless of Feroca's mouth being opened to speak again, Francesca walked straight back. Passing by and ignoring all the friendly smiles and greetings for her.

A gust of wind continued to pummel her golden-brown hair. Next to his hand continued to rest on the edge of the balcony of the palace hall with another hand that continued to clamp his cigar.

The sound of the movement of trained legs that suddenly felt his instinct, making Ryes sip back his cigar. Waiting for that leg to go to him.

Ryes kept waiting until the footsteps stopped next to her.

The wind came back on him. Delivering the sweet aroma of peaches and the vaguely sensual aroma of jasmin. Ryes finally turned her head because of the pleasant scent of her nose

"Your Majesty?"

Quite surprised, Ryes straightened her back while staring straight next to her. At Francesca who was calmly just standing still while looking ahead.

"Duke Hasting's...."

The flat voice and indecipherable look on Francesca made Ryes look at her in full view. Francesca who kept looking at him finally turned her body. Make their bodies face each other. Staring at each other's faces with the wind that continued to carry their scent. Deliver each other a seductive scent in their sense of smell

Next to Ryes' eyebrows shot up as Francesca continued to look at her deeply. His body began to feel burning in the cold wind that was blowing increasingly louder.

Calmly and without saying anything, Francesca's beautiful hands were outstretched. For the first time in her life, Francesca gave her hand to a foreign man.

Ryes pulled out half her lips and quickly threw the half-burned tobacco in her fingers. With a direction of view that continued to stare fixedly at Francesca's face. Ryes immediately lowered her back, greeted the extremely sagging arm in her hand, lowered her head slightly politely, then landed her lips on Francesca's hand without taking off her gaze.

"Good night, Your Majesty Queen Francesca"

Ryes' gaze and touch immediately spread throughout Francesca's body. With her hands still in Ryes' soft grasp, with both eyes held in the lock of Ryes' gaze, Francesca's ranum lips opened. Speak softly and curdle.

"Good night Duke Hastings"

Very reluctantly, Ryes finally politely took off her hand. Enforcing her back with both eyes continued to look at Francesca fixedly

"What are you doing here Your Majesty?"

Francesca turned her body back towards the front. His flat face stared towards the garden on the balcony with an audible voice

"Finding you"

Both Ryes alia raised high because Francesca again managed to surprise him. Ryes turned her body, looking at the garden on the balcony with her hands resting on the edge of the balcony

"And... Is there any interest in what you seek me out, Your Majesty?"

The wind again blows strong. Make their hair strong. Making both of Ryes' eyes covered with her hair that was not in her tattoo rigidly. Making Francesca's hair flakes dangling from her hairdo move strongly.

With a whole chest full of anger, half the corner of Francesca's lips lifted up while speaking softly

"Look with me, Duke Hastings"

Francesca's soft, wind-swept voice blew, making Ryes' head turn to her. His direction of vision looked at Francesca fixedly and warily, although no one knew that Ryes' soul was already very shaken because of Francesca's words.

"Is this a proposal? From someone...." Ryes dissected and stared at each curve of Francesca's soft gleaming skin. "The extraordinary queen of Francia?"

Francesca turned her body again, again making their bodies face to face. With a flat face and a dazzling cold gaze, Francesca approached Ryes who could only freeze under the spell of Francesca's gaze.

Francesca's outstretched hand played the buttons of the shirt and cravat that strangled Ryes' handsome neck. Keep moving slowly, playing around in the chest of the field wrapped neatly suit. Francesca's head lifted and... smiled?

Again, for the first time in her life, Francesca did something she never did. Her thin smiling ranum lips opened and spoke

"Am I not satisfied?"

With great difficulty Ryes clapped her saliva. Damnit damnit! Ryes had never felt this big in her life. For the first time in his life Ryes can only be locked inside the mantra of a woman's voice, gaze, touch, and smile. Ryes took a deep breath to scoop up her composure, then said firmly

"You're perfect"

Both of Ryes' eyes widened as Francesca's hand rapidly changed direction from her Cravat to Ryes' nape. Pulling hard on Ryes' neck until their faces were very close, so that their breaths hit each other's faces, so they could dive into each other with their eyes and their gazes.

"Then marry me. Have me for you, Duke... Ryes"

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On the other hand, after being able to see her woe. Ferdinand immediately stepped towards a middle-aged woman who still looked extraordinarily beautiful at her age. Reminds Ferdinand of aunty and his mother.

With a chest that began to burn with anger, Ferdinand approached and continued to approach while smiling handsomely and dazzlingly without caring about all the gazes the ladies gave him.

"Daughter Delana...."

The heavy masculine voice of a man instantly made Delana turn her head. Twisted his body to stare at the origin of the voice that instantly attracted his interest.

Both Delana's eyes sparkled as she could already see the entire handsome curve of Ferdinand's face. Especially when the eyes were full of judges, it could catch any curves of Ferdinand's hard muscles that could not be disguised properly behind his prince suit.

With his increasingly dazzling smile, Ferdinand bowed politely as he raised his hand. Asking for Delana's hand without needing to think directly gave her hand to Ferdinand.

Ferdinand locked both of Delana's interested eyes with his bastard gaze and smile. A smile that instantly set Delana on fire with a thought that instantly floated up onto the bed. Moreover, as Ferdinand's thick red lips dipped with his hand, then spoke with a heavy voice

"Good night, Princess Delana"

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