The Bloody Crown

BC 16

The night sky is getting stronger. The night wind is getting stronger. Ferdinand gave up his coat to stack up Francesca's thin coat.

Ferdinand's hand with a male began to pour the best red wine that had been prepared at the inn where they stayed during their stay in Bosnia.

Francesca immediately grabbed the glass Ferdinand had prepared for her. A glass of red wine that will help warm their bodies.

While enjoying the night view of the balcony of her room, Francesca began to sip the contents of her glass.

Ferdinand, who had his own way of enjoying wine, kept twirling his glass plan. Wait a few moments until ready to be sipped.

"He didn't accept your proposal"

Francesca's hand twirled her glass as she continued to look forward. Straight ahead, with the look of his face becoming flatter than usual.

"She said she'd think first"

"Don...." Subtle rarity slid from Ferdinand's lips. "Thinking by not telling you until when?" Ferdinand's lazy sigh rang out, then resumed his words. "He doesn't accept you Frans. He refused, but in a very polite way. He's not to the point"

From the tail of her eyes, Francesca glanced at Ferdinand very sharply.

"I don't need your useless babble Dinand"

An amused rarity slid from Ferdinand's mouth, his hands anxiously shuffling Francesca's hair. Francesca, who was treated with disrespect by Ferdinand, almost shot Ferdinand with her eyes glaring sharply.

Ferdinand's rarity resounded, the direction of his gaze staring far ahead, very far away. Her lips that still left the rest of the laughter

"You should try more. He's the most loyal dog of the Bosnian King"

"I knew. I'm thinking about it too"

Francesca's hand lifted back to her lips to absorb the contents of her glass. Ferdinand absorbed the contents of the glass, then spoke again

"The old woman I sent a letter to"

From the tail of her eyes, Francesca glanced back at Ferdinand

"He will definitely return it"

"Hmmm..."

Francesca's confident remark made Ferdinand's head immediately nod in approval.

"Your Majesty..."

Tomy's voice rang out, making Ferdinand turn his head.

"Have you got Tom?"

Tomy nodded confidently and began to step closer to Francesca and Ferdinand. Politely, Tomy began to reopen her voice

"His Grace Hasting, last night after the party came to Princess Delana's Her Highness room. Then come out at almost dawn"

Ferdinand nodded

"It turns out Frans was right. They have a relationship"

Sipping his glass again, Francesca remained silent. Francesca's ferocity made Ferdinand look back at Tomy. Tomy who understood continued.

"His Grace Arthur has started to move. They have started to close and push the trade lines. The contents of their letter said that in a few days, Francia would start many guests of Bosnian nobles"

Francesca nodded in understanding, and said

"Are the places to visit marked, Tom?"

"Had Your Majesty. His Grace Arthur has marked and installed a safety. They will not be able to if they want to try to play around when visiting Francia"

"As expected of Uncle. Fast and meticulous"

Ferdinand said as he glanced back at Francesca who was just silent. Then he spoke again while looking at Tomy.

"Then Tom?"

"Mr George fell ill, and captain Edward was forced to leave the camp for a few days"

"Why sick?"

This time, Francesca's head instantly turned around. To look at Tomy seriously. Tomy who understood the slight change of face Francesca nodded and went back to explain

Francesca's breath immediately seethed with Ferdinand's heavy breathing.

"What about Trancia Tom? wife how?"

Tomy glanced at Francesca who was looking at him with an interested face

"Her Highness Princess Anastasia said, if she will be there long enough. Maybe in a few weeks because it turns out, there are a lot of pests that need to be eradicated"

Ferdinand immediately scolded dislike. The look on his face was irritated.

"Damn it! they're making my wife a hassle!"

"It could be Dinand. He is smart and has a lot of sense. I'm sure Ana will be back soon" Francesca's hand slapped softly on Ferdinand's shoulder. "Patience"

With a lazy Ferdinand muttered

"If he's old I'll eradicate them my own way"

Francesca and Tomy only glanced at each other when they heard Ferdinand's sharp mutterings. While tightening her coat, Francesca spoke to Tomy again.

"What else is Tom?"

Tomy who was asked, looked at Ferdinand. Look at the information owner

"According to some of the questions we've been giggling. In a few days, your letter will receive a reply, Your Highness"

The corner of Ferdinand's half-lip was pulled high upwards.

"The woman is really disgusting"

Francesca ignored Ferdinand's insults. He looked back at Tomy. Tomy who understood instantly reopened her voice.

"There's a news that what you did in the hall last night, it's reached the ears of the Bosnian newspaper, Your Majesty"

One of Francesca's eyebrows swooped down on her flat face

"Where is it?"

Tomy immediately reached into his coat, and immediately gave a folded newspaper to Francesca while saying.

"In the 'Ceramic display' section, and it invites the female warrior alktivists in Bosnia. They seem very interested in you"

While reading an article in the newspaper. Ferdinand immediately smirked with Francesca pulling up the corners of his lips.

--000--

"What a wreath is this Ed!!"

George's calm face was already shrinking violently. His lips bent in annoyance. Which indicates that he is very upset

"I thought you were going to die. So I bought those flowers for your grave"

"You're Edward!!!"

Two biscuits flew straight towards Edward's face which swiftly dodged. George's face seemed increasingly wrinkled when he heard the puffiness of some servants in the lounge of the Yorksire house.

Edward who was tossed and sipped, indifferently sipping his tea while glancing at George who looked older because the whole frown on his face was very noticeable when he was upset.

Edward quietly breathed a sigh of relief. If the old jacka in front of him could still be angry, it means George is indeed fine and will not die anytime soon

The servants shook their heads when George, who had been cursing Edward's flowers, began to arrange the flowers into a vase. George's opposite mouth and heart were clearly visible. George Pesti was secretly happy to be given flowers though... Well..it was a death wreath from his brash right hand.

"Oiya, since you're alive, take a look at this"

George, who was busy arranging flowers into a vase, glanced at Edward who placed a piece of paper on the table. Then refocus on the series of flowers while talking cynically

"Wait a minute"

Patiently, Edward simply cuddled to wait while giving the waiters an invisible message. A message asking them to leave immediately.

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