The Bloody Crown

BC 26

After the decision to hold the festival was received, and half the funds had been collected. This is where Ferdinand is now.

Sitting on the sofa living room castle Albany which they used to make a place to gather in happiness.

"You're daydreaming Dinand?"

The soft voice that ran through Ferdinand's ears, made Ferdinand immediately turn his head and smile

"Hello pretty"

Charlotte also smiled as she entered into Ferdinand's two arms that were already stretched wide.

"I heard that Aunty never laughed again"

While taking their distance off, Charlotte chuckled softly

"Did Michael complain to you a lot?"

Ferdinand immediately threw his butt on the sofa when Charlotte first took her seat

"He almost cried in his letter aunty"

While patting one hand against the thigh, and another hand outstretched at Ferdinand, Charlotte again chuckled softly

"He's overrated"

Next to Charlotte's hand began to caress Ferdinand's head which was already on top of both of his thighs. Ferdinand who felt the gentle strokes of his second mother, could only close his eyes enjoying.

"Are you crying a lot?"

"There's nothing more to cry about aunty. Mom and Dad are just on vacation"

As much as Charlotte's energy held back her feelings. Charlotte was firmly biting her lips while looking at Arthur who was already standing on the stairs while looking at her.

It is true what Dominic said to be Arthur's son. If Fredrick and Victoria's children, they are increasingly unable to accept reality. They may have been mentally troubled.

"Am I interrupting?"

Arthur slammed his ass against the couch and opened the newspaper. Ferdinand only opened his eyes for a moment because of Arthur's arrival, then closed his eyes again and said

"Are the rooms in Ross Castle full, uncle?"

With a face staring at the newspaper, Arthur glanced at Ferdinand for a moment, then replied indifferently.

"A little more. We decided to change the plan. Waiting for the full rooms first, they take a walk to the capital"

"Why?"

"Color is more practical and saves everything"

Charlotte's hand that stopped stroking his head, made Ferdinand grab his aunty's warm hand. Moving Charlotte's hand to ask back at the caress.

Arthur who had seen that snorted violently.

"Hungry husband caresses"

"Be quiet husband is afraid of wife"

"Like you don't!"

"I really don't!"

Charlotte chuckled as she gently struck Ferdinand's mouth.

"Don't start. Tell me, what are you doing here, Dinand?"

"Lost misses the prettiest woman in Francia"

"Ck! master woo!"

And Arthur's swoop, made Charlotte's ruckus sound again with his hand that immediately held Ferdinand's mouth from answering and again provoked debate.

"What's Dinand?"

This time Arthur's serious voice was heard, with his gesture already folding the newspaper and confirming his sitting position.

Ferdinand also started to raise his head and returned to sitting properly. The direction of his gaze looked at Arthur very seriously, to the point of making Charlotte become alarmed.

Ohh no. Don't tell me there's another bad thing going to happen!

"We want to ask for money, uncle"

HUH UH?

With both brows furrowing deeply, Arthur glanced at Charlotte who had also furrowed her brows deeply while looking at Ferdinand. Then looked back at Ferdinand with a questionable face

"Money? you poor?"

Ferdinand's lips chirped in annoyance as he looked at Arthur with a dislike look

"Yes.the point is so. We're poor, and we'll also sell all our jewelry if we can't get the rest of the funds for the festival"

"Wow!! you're the kingpin prince! it's a pity that your wife has a poor husband like you Dinand"

Ferdinand could only bend his lips in annoyance as he waited for Arthur to finish up wide-eyed, and Charlotte finished chuckling in amusement.

Until finally, the one Ferdinand was waiting for was finished. Arthur is back

"How much do you need?"

That question, quickly made Ferdinand reach into his pocket, and immediately gave the envelope to Arthur.

Arthur rolled his eyeballs lazily as he stroked the letter from Ferdinand's hand

"It's normal"

"I'm not asking for uncle's pocket money"

"Yaaa. yep. okay.."

Lazily, Arthur opened the letter and read the contents. The letter is sealed with a royal seal on the envelope, as well as in the cover of the letter written on the Queen's signature and seal.

After he finished reading, Arthur stared fixedly at Ferdinand

"You want to borrow money?"

With one eyebrow swooping high, Arthur asked seriously. This time there was no ridicule or insinuation, he actually asked

"Yes uncle. After everything improves, we'll get everything back to Albany. We can't promise you a precise time"

While folding back the letter neatly, Arthur again said

"Not returned nor does it matter"

Ferdinand's head immediately shook firmly.

"That's Albany's money. It belongs to the people of Albany and Arathorn. Not our right, even though we're family"

"Hhmm.. Where did you quote Dinand?"

Feeling caught off guard, Ferdinand rubbed his nape as he glanced at Charlotte who asked.

"Frances"

"I guessed it. You might have such wise sayings Dinand"

"Ck! I'm a sister, obviously Francesca is wiser than me. He's older"

"Your ass sister! you and Francesca are only fifteen minutes different, damn it!"

Ferdinand again stung in annoyance

"Stay away. He's still a brother, and I'm a sister"

And the debate of the two men around Charlotte, made him only able to giggle amusedly. While looking at Arthur's wife who could only look at Ferdinand with a sad look.

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"It's clear that this was Dad. Ck! Arathorn, Rubens, and Wood, Queen Victoria's family"

King Feroca glanced at Regan who spoke angrily while reading the parchment in his hand. He was still staring out the window.

"Where are ryes?"

Indifferently, Regan blinked both of his shoulders

"Maybe it's still in Winna"

Sipping the cigar in his hand, Feroca closed his eyes for a moment while speaking

"How's your relationship?"

And that question, finally made Regan let go of what was in her hands.

"He's hard on the tease"

"of course. See what his family is like Re. He has everything, complete. So what is your temptation for?"

After speaking, Feroca chuckled amusedly.

Regan who had already rubbed the delicate beards on her chin nodded in agreement. He chimed in with Feroca's words with confidence

"The clean king who has no savings. The queen was well educated. And from her mother's entire family, they have a whole good history in marriage. Perfect"

"Hhmm. King Fredrick why can't he have a mistress. I'm astonished"

Stepping towards the window where Feroca was standing, Regan muttered

"Postor King Fredrick is still dashing at his age. Apparently also still quite playboy for a little more age will step into middle age. Queen Victoria is beautiful and graceful, but there will always be more beautiful women in this world right?"

Feroca's head nodded in agreement, then again chuckled. The conditional rarity would be ridicule.

"But King Fredrick's youth is no better than mine"

Alfon, Feroca's right hand who was also in the room just kept quiet while listening to the conversation of the other two men there. I don't know where and what their conversation was going in the direction. But clearly, Alfon was convinced that they seemed to have a bad plan. A plan that is not what and for whom. A plan that only the two of them knew.

"Do you like it, Re?"

"Of course dad. Summer is very sweet-" Regan dissects and starts pouring the tea into the cup. "So, when's our wedding?"

One eyebrow Feroca swooped. Staring at Regan with a full gaze

While sitting on a chair at her father's desk, and starting to stir up the contents of her cup, Regan's head nodded confidently

"Yes.what's the problem with getting married"

There was a moment of silence after Regan's confident reply. With Feroca staring back into the Bosnian sky, and Regan enjoying the tea he had just made himself.

Regan's voice was heard again

"The activists are acting again"

"I knew. Just leave them alone"

Regan's head nodded obediently. Then back to talking

"Before the Prince of Francia returned to Francia, they had spent dinner at a place to eat"

This time, Feroca's head immediately turned to look at Regan

"They're who?"

Regan returned her father's curious gaze indifferently, then replied nonchalantly

"Who else. The owner of Winna and Prince Ferdinand"

"What! how come?"

Lazily, Regan rolled both her eyes. His father was too much!

"of course. Father himself knew that the female radar was very easily attracted to the dashing young men. A handsome young man, of good stature, of friendly face, and looking like a good man were the number one criteria for him. Like Ryes"

"But he's married?"

While adding the milk back into her tea, Regan confidently replied

"His wife after the incident disappeared into Trancia. And I heard, if Princess Anastasia is building strength there"

Both Feroca's eyebrows furrowed deeply. His gaze clearly showed curiosity and asked Regan for an explanation. Regan who understood Feroca's gaze immediately explained.

"What I heard from the secretive palace of Rembrantd. In the past, Prince Ferdinand brought his lover into their marriage, his home. His lover who he was forced to forget for a moment because of his match. But, a few months after his marriage, suddenly Prince Ferdinand brought his lover to their home, his lover who turned out to be pregnant and finally managed to remove the wife, Princess Anastasia. It's not enough to get there their problems. A heartbroken Princess Anastasia made the marriage annulment proposal, until a Cardinal from Roman had lived in Rembrantd's palace"

Regan stopped to sip her tea. The curious Feroca, became impatient

"Then?"

Putting back the cup, Regan resumed her story.

"Of course I refused. The Vatican will not approve the annulment of the marriage, what else is a royal marriage. And because he felt still entangled in his marriage, Princess Anastasia fled to Africa for more than a year"

"Have they got back together?"

Regan's head shook in doubt

"From the informant of the soldier I tucked away in Rembrantd. After the attack, only the two twin sisters returned. Princess Anastasia returned a few days later, and went straight to Trancia. His kingdom"

"Is the husband and wife relationship so bad?"

Nonchalantly, Regan blinked both of her shoulders.

"Normally, people see them together"

Feroca nodded in understanding

"And where is Prince Ferinand's lover now?"

"The news ran away because he was afraid to be killed for his mistake to become a mistress. Rembrantd's threat made him drop his womb and then run away who had gone out of nowhere with his sister"

TOK TOK TOK

"Your Majesty. It's Beny"

The sound of knocking and the sound of someone from the front of the door made Alfon directly look at Feroca. Feroca immediately took a short ape that made Alfon immediately step up to open the door.

Regan immediately stood up, when her father had stepped back to his desk.

Soon Alfon returned with an envelope.

"Letter, Al?"

Regan asked, which Alfon answered with a confident nod.

"Yes Your Highness"

Regan's hand looked up at him, making Alfon immediately thrust the envelope at Regan.

Regan's point of view immediately stared at the envelope with a sticky letter, until finally he could remember the stamp of who sealed the envelope. Then looked at his father

"It's from Francia"

Both of Feroca's eyebrows were raised high

"For us?"

While starting to unseal, Regan's head nodded confidently. And start reading the letter.

No need to wait long to make the corners of Regan's lips lifted high. Regan looked at her father, then answered Feroca's curious face confidently

"Invitation. It's an invitation for us to attend an event they've created"

"Event?"

"Fertival archery to commemorate the closing of summer in Francia"

Neatly, Regan again folded the letter in her hand. And put the letter in his pants pocket.

Regan's movements made Feroca again raise both eyebrows high

"Do you want what the letter is?"

Regan did not reply and just walked towards the door.

While Feroca who did not get an answer and instead just left, just blinked both shoulders indifferently.

--000--

This afternoon. After finishing her lunch in the room, Summer again began an activity that several days had become her routine, measuring every corner of Helsingr.

With two servants who never gave up on familiarizing themselves with her, Summer continued to step east towards Helsingr's palace.

He already knew that west of Helsingr was the part where the chapel and perhaps a meeting place to pray. So what about the eastern part?

That thought, making Summer this afternoon have to get her own answer.

After passing through a magnificent and luxurious corridor covered with a roof ceiling full of beautiful paintings, Summer continues to widen her perspective and also definitely expand her memory.

The servants who followed Summer, who could see that Summer was amazed and curious at the beautifully sculptured paintings and statues around the corridor. Trying to explain without asking.

"The painting on the ceiling depicts the story of the war thousands of years ago. The war that eventually made a great empire called Bosnia, Your Highness"

Despite continuing to put on his haughty and unfriendly face, Summer could hear well what the maid had said. Then thump a few times

"And what about the statues that hold weapons?"

Both of Summer's servants immediately smiled amusedly. Their lady was indeed very sweet and was actually very friendly.

After a long time trying to get close to their lady, they came to an understanding. If Summer's arrogant and unfriendly attitude all along, Summer did to fortify herself. And it must also be because of her anger and hatred, which made their lady very different from her true nature.

"The "sculptors were the leaders of the army during the war thousands of years ago. There are twenty statues that symbolize the beginning of the kingdom called Bosnia. They are the Winsdor and the Beltruz"

Chief Summer immediately turned to the servants

"Winsdor?"

"Yes Your Highness. Winsdor was an early ruler of the Bosnian empire. Then after the last King of Winsdor's descendants died with the future heir to the male throne of his descendants who died because of the smallpox epidemic. The throne was occupied by the distant brother of Winsdor, who was also the Beltruz family"

Aahh. Summer immediately nodded her head with her feet continuing to step. He had even forgotten to put on his unfriendly cold face. His curiosity and thirst for history made him forget everything.

As now, Summer's gaze was so busy staring at the sculptures around the corridor that it made a long silence around them.

Until a question enters Summer's head, making her ask again

"Did Winsdor and Beltruz still have a blood relationship?"

"We still have a blood relationship with Winsdor. They are both our ancestors"

Summer immediately flinched as a voice of a man instantly replied next to her ear. With a surprised face, Summer searched for the whereabouts of the servants who had disappeared somewhere. Then looked at the man in front of him with his cold and unfriendly face that had already returned.

The man only smiled amusedly as he looked at the gaze that Summer had always given him. Cold and unfriendly look.

But, like not caring about Summer's hostile face, the man spoke again

"At first, our ancestors Winsdor and Beltruz were indeed a family with a cousin. Because the last King and the only successor died, the throne was given to the King's distant cousin. Descendants of the marriage of the Winsdor woman and the Beltruz man. Cousin who's been betrothed"

Summer's eyebrows instantly shriveled within.

"I didn't ask"

Both corners of the man's lips twitched amusedly

"So you asked"

Lazily, Summer immediately accelerated her pace. Stay away from the man who always appears suddenly and disturb his calm, as now. His lips were snide

"I didn't ask you"

"Hhmm. But you asked me about my ancestors, baby. Why don't you just ask me and ask me to explain whatever you want to know" With their steps now aligned, the man Summer hates is back. "I promise you, I won't do anything you don't like anymore. Anyway, I have a letter coming from Francia"

And it's true. The man's fishing, immediately making Summer's move stopped and turned to him

"Francia sent a letter?"

"Yes baby..." The man, took out a letter from his pocket while smiling cunningly. Waving the letter paper in front of his face while glancing "So.... are we now going to take a walk and share the story in a peaceful state?"

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Royal weddings in the past sometimes do often do marriages that still have blood relationships. For those who do not know, please understand the same Bosnia....

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