The Bloody Crown

BC 23

"Good afternoon kapt"

Edward's head nodded briefly at the corridor guards of Francesca's study that greeted him. He glanced at George who was now definitely having a lazy look, although on a sunny day, the old man's face was covered with a head covering. But Edward knew very well, if George must be very lazy to go back to where they stand now. The place that George spent most of his life, and the place that always made George struggle with a sense of stress

"Has Her Majesty and His Highness returned?"

"Already kapt. Her Majesty and His Highness have returned this morning"

"Are they in Her Majesty's room?"

The bodyguard glanced at George, then returned to answer

"Her Majesty is still in the meeting room. And His Highness still seems to be checking camp, kapt"

"All right"

Edward led their way. As he moved away from the corridor guards, Edward whispered

"You must miss this place a lot, right?"

From behind his hood, George rolled his eyes lazily.

When their steps were already in front of the door of Francesca's study, the two guards immediately took the gesture of guarding the door. And someone from them immediately greeted Edward.

"Good afternoon kapt"

"Can we come in?"

The two guards glanced at each other at a glance, then there was a moment of silence. Edward who saw the look of a confused and hesitant face they immediately spoke again.

"Is my status now that of a common knight and bodyguard that I can't get in there?"

The guards glanced back at each other, then both glanced at the man wearing a robe with a head covering.

Edward who finally understood why his steps were held, spoke again

"I'll be in charge with this guy. Be calm"

Finally, the two of them immediately shifted their bodies that had blocked the door.

"Please Kapt"

Edward again led their steps and immediately opened the door. He pretended to ignore the inquiring gazes of the guards that were aimed at George.

After they entered and moved away from the door, Edward glanced at George, who was opening his headdress, and then his robe.

"How does it feel to be suspected by your room guards George"

Indifferently, George winked both of his shoulders as he stepped towards his former desk.

George's old lips smiled wryly with hands that began to touch the surface of the table. The table that used to always make him dizzy and stressed.

A lot of annoying memories are starting to get inside George's memory. A lot of problems come back to George. The problems that kept George from sleeping often and having to stay on that table.

Relaxed, Edward began making tea that was always available there. Edward finally shuts up and lets George enjoy his memory.

George continued to browse every corner of the workspace. He stared fixedly at objects, cabinets, cabinets, tables, chairs, mailboxes, and all the things that turned out not to change in the slightest. George's lips smiled again. This time her lips drew a warm smile

"Nothing's changed, Ed"

"Yes, it hasn't changed a bit"

George's steps began to approach the paintings displayed along the wall. The paintings are also the same as before, the paintings of his family that have been increased and depict the shape of his adult grandchildren. There are also more paintings of him and Anastasia.

"Fredrick loved his son-in-law very much"

Putting down the finished tea cup, Edward nodded

"They all loved Her Highness Princess Anastasia very much"

Brakk!!

The sound of the door suddenly opening strongly made George and Edward immediately turn their heads.

There, Francesca entered with the knights who seemed to have just finished accompanying Francesca to do her duty.

George's warm smile immediately imprinted on his lips, quickly his old legs immediately stepped when Jeremmy had closed the door.

Taking his polite gesture, George looked at Francesca with a polite voice.

"Good afternoon Your Ma-Opss!!"

George's words immediately stopped and his mouth could only giggle amusedly when his old body was immediately attacked by the impact of Francesca's embrace.

Next to George's hand returned a hug, and another hand immediately caressed the head of his favorite grandson who increasingly tightened their embrace.

"Lord..."

Still with his gel, George nodded.

"Yes sweetheart, I've arrived"

Before long, the door was opened and quickly closed. Ferdinand had already come with Solar, Carl, and Gregory.

Those who had just entered raised their eyebrows when they saw the sight of a hug hugging between the granddaughter and her grandfather.

Slowly, Francesca finally took off their embrace. Francesca's hands cupped George's face. Both of his gray eyeballs stared fixedly at George's face.

And Francesca's treatment, again made George chuckle while talking

"I'm healthy and well, son"

Nodding and releasing her hand, Francesca said

"I heard yesterday-yesterday-why did you get sick?"

"Little darling. Just slightly. Back then even I could still defeat Edward with my dashing body"

George's words only made all the men there twist their eyeballs lazily. So old that bitch!

After being convinced that her beloved father was indeed completely healthy, Francesca began to take their distance.

George who was still smiling warmly, looked at Ferdinand who was still fixedly staring at him. Staring with the same gaze as Francesca did, checking on George.

"Diname"

George spoke as he spread his arms wide at Ferdinand. And what George did, immediately made both of Ferdinand's eyebrows furrowed deeply with the look of his changed face

Because he did not get a response, George said again

"Help is also your gap Dinand"

Huh uh?... Ferdinand rolled both his eyes lazily. And without even showing any interest in accepting George's request, Ferdinand nonchalantly looked up and stepped towards the long table Francesca had occupied.

George's lips immediately throttled when he was flatly rejected by his only grandson

"Hey, aren't you worried about your god?"

"Don't laugh at the gaffer"

With increasingly throbbing lips and a scowling face, George ignored the ruffling sounds of the knights who began to fill the sound in the room

"You're just like your father. What's wrong with hugging a lonesome old man like me?"

Once again, Ferdinand rolled both of his eyeballs lazily.

"Not much drama George. I don't want to hug a man's body, what else does a man's body smell of earth"

Plaakk!

"Bad boy! you really look like your annoying father!"

While rubbing his head that had just been hit by George's hand. Ferdinand snorted as he glanced cynically at Geroge who had already taken the spark plug next to him.

See? there was nothing to worry about from the man smelling the land. Even his hand punches were more painful than his mother's.

"What?"

Ferdinand looked at George more and more cynically as he spoke in annoyance

"Why are you still alive?"

Plaac!!

Once again, George's hand floated on Ferdinand's head. Ferdinand who once again rubbed his head continued to stare at George cynically while again saying annoyed

"You're really getting a little shitty"

"You're a bitch! you fucking granddaughter"

And their debate continues.....

The knights only chuckled in amusement and occasionally broke down as they listened and watched the words between George and his granddaughter.

While Francesca calmly just sipped her tea. Let it be. leave it alone. The two of them will always be noisier if they meet. Because if there is no commotion from the two of them, then it could be a bad sign. Like a sign that the sun will rise from the west for example.

The crowd in the room grew even more crowded as Edward and Jeremmy took part to bully George. George, who was alone, continued to retaliate with annoyance while occasionally throwing anything that could be thrown at him.

And because it's getting upset. Unknowingly, George's hand throws a lump of paper that turns to Francesca's head.

In an instant all the voices were instantly silent. Edward, who was supposed to be the owner of George's throw, began to heat up.

"That's so presumptuous. You must be be cut for wounding Her Majesty, George. Let's go to the square now"

"Rancid bastard! you want to behead me huh?-" Paper and any objects back drift in all directions. "You can't! I'll be the one to decapitate you first fucking Edward!"

"Oohh... It was so scary and scary.gapa made us so scared that we were shaking"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA....."

And the tone of speech full of ridicule Ferdinand was, again making a commotion there even more lively.

Francesca could only roll her eyeballs lazily. Why are the men around him not really growing up? And look now, even Carl, Solar and Gregory are out there.

Except for Tomy who had come on a long table while carrying a parchment box to put in front of Francesca's table with a mouth that continues to clench and flat-faced. Remain still and have taken a standing position very close to Francesca. Tomy certainly does not want any more stray objects that float back on the nonannya.

And sure enough, a piece of paper flew back stray towards Francesca who was quickly caught in Tomy's tank.

Tomy rolled her eyeballs lazily, then passed Francesca while saying.

"Do you want a snack, Your Majesty?"

Francesca immediately shook her head and began to open the parchment pile

"the scotch here will only end up flying in vain Tom. Poor waitress who'll clean it up later"

Tomy's head nodded in understanding and started carrying other boxes of parchment in the middle of the crowd of adult but immature men there.

Until a few minutes Francesca finished looking through the parchment scrolls, her voice was heard

"Are you not done yet?"

Ferdinand who was just about to reopen his mouth to return George's mouth, instantly clenched his mouth again. They all also immediately returned to justifying their standing and sitting positions.

When she felt the silence and calmness had returned, Francesca spoke again.

"Yesterday the great letter asked for a map of the kingdom of Odessa right?"

George was polite

"Yes Your M-"

"Don't be this big"

George's lips bent while looking at Francesca who was already staring at him with a dislike look. George quickly corrected his words

"Yes Frans. I'm asking for a detailed map"

Francesca's head nodded briefly, then glanced at Jeremmy who quickly explained to George

"Farel should now be on his way back to Francia, and perhaps tomorrow will be soon"

George's head nodded in understanding. Then his face began to turn serious. Just like the faces of the men there when Francesca had already straightened both her shoulders.

"Why, actually when I was in Bosnia, I asked someone"

"Indeed? who's? why?"

Both of George's eyebrows had shrunk in, his sitting position had begun to tense. The look on his face clearly showed curiosity as well as judgment. And gestures that have not seen the knights there for a long time, make them so eliminate their relaxed gestures.

"Duke Ryes Hastings Bosnia"

"WHAT!!! NO WAY FANS!!"

Feeling increasingly serious, Francesca spoke again in a serious flat tone

"I have no other way. I have to put the wolf in our house so they don't think about attacking"

George's hands began to massage his already throbbing temples. The look on his face clearly showed a form of harsh rejection.

"Hasting is a bastard. He's just a guy called Duke with no territory, baby. What would it be if you had a Prince escort an illegitimate child?-" Chief George shook his head strongly. "No-can't Frans"

Francesca understood and could understand George's vehement rejection. This was also his experience when he had time to negotiate this decision with Ferdinand and Henry.

She who is a Queen, at least must have a good companion from a good family pedigree. For whomever his companion will be his companion Prince on the throne. And in the history of Francia, all Queen consorts and some Prince consorts were always the chosen ones among the elect

But as Francesca put it, she really had to do anything to minimize or 'maybe' eliminate the attacks. For Francesca thought, if she willingly put the enemy into her own house, and bound them. Bosnia, 'maybe' has no thoughts of a sudden attack. Because they will feel they have grasped Francia indirectly

And if indeed he could make Bosnia could be thinking like that, Francesca would do anything to avoid any attack what else war. Because he and his father actually really hate war. War will only bring a lot of loss and sadness.

"Gapa. I can't think of anything else. There's no way I'm marrying their second prince. He hasn't even reached adulthood yet"

George was pensive as he stared at the large painting of Fredrick sitting on the throne seat with Victoria standing behind Fredrick's throne chair wearing a robe, crown, and everything related to the Coronation Ceremony. Paintings made after their public coronation

"What's the advantage?"

Francesca glanced at Ferdinand for a moment, then returned into a voice

"He's a skilled guy and he's smart too. Duke Hasting is the kind of tough guy who would be very useful if he could have it on our side" Francesca searched, then stared fixedly at George. "Honestly, he's a terrible man"

George's hand began to rub against the white beard that covered his entire chin. His eyes looked back at the painting of one of his beloved sons and daughters-in-law

"I want to see it"

Francesca breathed a sigh of relief. At least, George will think and intend to see in advance his choice. However, Francesca still needs the blessing of her parents

"I did plan on getting them to Francia, papa. And make sure Summer will come with them"

One of George's eyebrows swooped

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So, if the throne of work (legacy of right of owner of the throne) who has a woman/Queen/Her Majesty or called the title "Queen Regnant". Companion/husband will be titled Prince Consort (Company Prince).

Since the title of King is, according to the order of hierarchy in the monarchy, the title of King is always above the Queen. So Queen Regnant's companion can not be given the title King yes guys. After marriage and Ceremony Coronation (city ceremony), the title of the men will be Prince Consort.

For example, Queen Elizabeth II, ruler of the United Kingdom, and her husband, Prince Philip.

So different yes guys, between Queen Regnant (Francesca) and Queen Consort (Victoria).. 😉

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