The Bloody Crown

BC 29

For the first time in history. If any guest can make a ruler of Francia wait until it passes half an hour for no threatening reason.

With a step. Guests who had already made Francesca's facial features beat the cold temperatures of the ice poles, finally appeared as well.

Fresh-looking Ryes and Regan walk into the dining room with sinless faces and bastard smiles imprinted on their lips.

"Sorry Your Majesty, did we make you wait a long time?"

Ryes asked casually and without sin. Making Summer who was also at the dining table only dared to glance at those who started sitting on chairs. Summer was too afraid to just glance at what kind of facial features were printed on Francesca's face now.

And it's true. The question Ryes asked was not going to get an answer from Francesca's lips, which were tightly closed. Clenched so tightly that the ranum lips of the most beautiful girl in Francia, only formed a straight transverse line.

Feeling the atmosphere that became laughable for Regan, made her glance at Francesca for a moment. Glanced at Francesca who had begun to put her napkin, without giving a single stroke on the look of her face. Cold and very flat, completely flat so Regan had to quickly shift her eyes so as not to get uprooted.

While Ryes, with a hand that has put napkin on top of both thighs. Just be quiet with both corners of lips that twitch violently want to laugh.

At the long dining table of one of the dining rooms of Rembrantd palace which is usually used to entertain guests there, only filled by four people. With Francesca sitting in the leader's seat, Regan to her right, Summer to her left, and Ryes to Regan's right.

In the silence and cold atmosphere, they began to eat their appetizers.

In every drop of food Ryes put in her mouth, her point of view could not be invited to compromise and be held. The two eyeballs as blue as the ocean quietly continued to perch and always ended in the beautiful movements of Francesca who continued to eat without caring about anything.

Although Regan. Blatantly continued to stare at the girl in front of him. Staring at Summer who ate with graceful movements without knowing, if Summer was holding back from throwing her plate into Regan's face so that her fiance stopped looking at her.

Minutes passed, until the dessert was finally finished.

Francesca's hand chose a white water glass lined with a degree filled with red wine liquid in front of her desk.

Francesca's movements made everyone move to reach for their glasses. Summer chose the water, and two of her guests preferred a drink to warm them.

"How's your trip going?"

Summer almost choked on the fresh water passing through her throat when suddenly Francesca's voice filled the room. He glanced at the two men in front of him who continued to show a relaxed look. Summer waited for Regan as the higher status owner among the three of them to answer but,

"Quite tiring Your Majesty. But also quite comparable to the welcome given by Francia to welcome our arrival"

Insinuations! The reply in a polite tone given by Ryes was a casual innuendo that made Summer immediately return to glance at Francesca with a little timid.

"Good if so. You should have been welcomed warmly"

One of Ryes' eyebrows swooped high, the direction of her gaze fixedly staring at Francesca

"Yes.. 'The 'Guards' who welcomed us were very friendly and warm"

Once again, Ryes' words made Summer glance at Francesca with a hint of fear. But apparently, the look on Francesca's face that had begun to slightly lose its polar temperature, pulled half her lips.

"Indeed our Bosnian guests should be welcomed like that"

Regan just kept quiet while glancing at Francesca with a sharpened gaze even though the look on her face continued to look relaxed and annoying. Ryes stared at Francesca with half of her lips drawn up.

Circumstances that began to feel fierce, making Summer again reach for her glass. Sipped the contents of the glass without him knowing, if it was a wine glass

Clearly this was a blatant insult that Francesca had launched. How could a Crown Prince and another Bosnian palace member be greeted at the door by a bodyguard?

Supposedly, according to the rules of grammar written on paper. They should at least be welcomed by a family of their prospective besan. But this is what Francesca gave me.

"alright.. Enjoy Francia the gentleman"

After speaking and without wanting to speak stale again. The fed-up Francesca instantly stood up from her chair with everyone immediately following.

Ryes glanced at Regan who had glanced at her, then both looked at Francesca's back which started to disappear from the dining room door.

"Where are you going?"

Regan asked as she looked at Ryes's steps that started towards the exit

Ryes answers Regan's question by simply clenching her hand. His hand was holding a box of cigars.

Looking at Ryes who had stepped up, Summer quickly took her steps to escape. He does not want to be together and still linger with Regan. But, uh,

"Guide me for a walk"

Summer's step stopped, the direction of his gaze staring next to his arm that was already in Regan's hands.

"It's already night. Tomorrow it's just"

"Nope! I want to take a look around"

"Ta-"

"Come on. Just a rude welcome. Are you also going to ignore the guests dear?"

Both Summer's eyes glanced around for a moment. He must find a way to resist in a way that remains polite

With a face that had been turned into a dramatic weld, Summer looked at Regan

"I'm really tired and want to sleep Regan"

One eyebrow Regan nosedived. His direction of vision looked at Summer full of probing. His little fiancee was really very clever putting on a face of drama begging for mercy, always.

Finally, I felt that all the eyes of the servants and knights who were there were already staring at him. Regan as an 'understanding' fiancee releases her hand checks and smiles infuriatingly

"Well, baby, tomorrow just accompany me around.." At the corner of Regan's lips pulled upwards. "Circling Francia"

Damnit damnit!

Summer cursed in her heart. Really fucking Regan! If you have bergini, Summer's head can only nod unwillingly and very forced.

With twitching lips wanting to grin, Regan very quickly moved. It was so fast that Summer could only glare as a moist lip immediately landed next to her cheek.

"Happy break baby"

Summer's hand immediately rubbed the rough side of her cheek with an annoyed face and stared fiercely at Regan's back that had left her.

"Damn it!!"

"Your Highness..."

Summer's personal servant who was there, immediately reminded her of her nona who had just finished swearing in a rough way the style of market thugs.

Summer turned to her servant with an annoyed look and a sullen face

"He sassy the Popi! you'll see for yourself!"

Summer Waiter, Popi. The one Summer was understanding turned out to remain unaffected, not one bit affected.

Shaking his head firmly, Popi said politely

"He's your fiancee and a Crown Prince, Your Highness"

"Ck! you're a bitch Popi!"

Summer immediately bellowed away with a sullen face. Popi and everyone there who could only smile amusedly.

Edward, who was standing in the corner behind the wall between the dining room and the kitchen, stepped out of his position in a highly trained manner

With a cigar tucked in his fingers. Ryes, who had been enjoying her gunshot for almost an hour, heard the slow footsteps she was waiting for.

"Where are you guys from?"

"Measuring Rembrantd Rai..."

The beeping of the lighters turned Ryes' head to look at the two other people who were on their way, Benji and Basco.

"Can you guys get in?"

The heads of two of his Gilan friend's twins immediately shook their heads.

"This palace is smaller than Helsingr, but very strict. They're not Rai's ordinary people"

Basco replied confidently. Beji who just breathed tobacco smoke from his mouth also spoke

"As you say. The knights who wore the emblem of the King's seal on their right arm were extremely dangerous. Wanting the old and the young, they were highly trained and dangerous. I dare not go too far"

Ryes's gaze returned to look forward while re-enjoying the night breeze that hit her body that was sitting on a park bench.

If Benji and Basco say they are dangerous, they are even more dangerous for the word dangerous. Knights belonging to the King or commonly referred to as golden knights, or who also have other names of old and new generation King dogs is a problem if they are not careful.

"But Rai. Why hasn't the old grandma appeared yet? Has he not arrived yet?"

"He got there first"

Basco and Benji stared at each other.

"Where do you know?"

While upholding her feet, Ryes who did not intend to answer Benji's question began to step inside the door.

Ryes doesn't need to explain how she knew Delana had arrived. Because, without the need to see or hear, the evidence of the empty chair at the dining table earlier, must be related to the 'grandma'.

Ryes's steps continued to lead into the palace. He casually walked through all the corridors as if he knew all the places there. In fact, Ryes only uses her judgment on every place and circumstance in order to get to the place she wants to go.

And right, when you've climbed the stairs that are covered with red carpets. All the paintings on the walls, the fancy bandages on the street corners, made her grin

Because the move must be right. The step he chose must have been to the place where the main rooms are located.

Now just choose the main main room there. With more and more bodyguards on guard, Ryes uses her head and instincts to find a room to which she aims.

The direction of view caught there were two rooms guarded by guards in front of him. If the two adjoining rooms are guarded, then that two-person room is very important. And if you see two rooms next to each other means, in that room there is a connecting door right? which also means if the owner of the room is a married couple.

Tetott!! wrong... That's not the room that's in the end. Ryes immediately turned her steps into another corridor.

Ignoring the full-fledged gazes and the faces of every bodyguard and servant who looked at him, Ryes casually continued to search.

Until, a large room guarded by two bodyguards who gave a distance far enough from there made Ryes' lips pulled up.

Room that is heavily guarded but still spaced? Well.that's the goal.

"Do you need anything, Your Grace?"

Ryes' head nodded briefly

"I'd like to see Your Majesty"

A bodyguard who asked, immediately turned to his other friend, a friend who also became guarding the door. Then looked back at Ryes with a reluctant and unfriendly look.

"Sorry Your Grace. It's already night"

Short, solid, and clear. The understanding is clear if they can't accept Ryes because it's late at night, a man, and an enemy.

The bodyguard's words made Ryes' head again nod in a disgruntled manner

"I'm asked to come here"

"Her Majesty who asked a man to come to his room at night?"

The innuendo and question that this time clearly showed the suspicious scent of a bodyguard m, made Ryes unhesitatingly nod her head again.

"If you don't believe me, just tell me that I'm coming. We prove it together"

Without a doubt and with a look full of confidence, Ryes immediately challenged the guards of Francesca's room.

The guards stared at each other briefly. Until a guard began to approach the door of Francesca's room

When the guard's steps were at Francesca's door, his head turned to Ryes

"If it's just a prank, we'll make a hard ban on you. You won't be able to cross the main staircase line, Your Grace"

Waw!

Ryes cheered in her heart. Karna was quite amazed by the dexterity and also the sassiness of the room keeper Francesca. It seemed, no one had yet realized that there was someone else who could control the people there. And the question was, did Francesca realize that? Or is this really Francesca's rule?

But Ryes hesitates that the second question is the answer to her sense of urgency that is starting to rise to the surface

"Hhmm yeah. please"

TOK TOK TOK

"Your Majesty. This is His Grance Bosnia"

The sound of knocking on doors and guards mentioning someone's arrival. Makes Francesca raise her gaze from the parchment to the front door.

Both of his brows furrowed deeply, with various thoughts seeping into the contents of Francesca's head. Why did that guy come? what did he say to move the doormen to dare tell the male guest who came at night to his room?

After holding on for a while, all right, we'll hear and see for ourselves what the man wants.

"Come in..."

The permission of Francesca made Ryes look at all the guards with a reproachful look.

After the door was opened, Ryes casually walked in, which made two of Francesca's doormen look at her fiercely.

The sweet aroma of peaches and the sensual smell of jasmin flowers make Ryes' jaws tighten. Damnit damnit! it's Francesca's scent!

Ryes bit her inner cheek. Damnit damnit! it was only natural that the entire room had the scent of its owner Ryes! Well...who do you want to suss with Ryes? you're a fool yourself.

Ryes cursed to herself as she looked at Francesca who looked very calm wringing ink onto the paper on her desk

Francesca, who was sitting in her work chair, looked very serious about the contents of her desk. Seemed to have no intention of someone who had entered and started to rile while condemning himself.

The sound of the door closing made Francesca's voice sound

"What's important about Duke Hastings?"

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