The Bloody Crown

BC 30

"What's important about Duke Hastings?"

Directly shot with questions when the new Ryes will open their mouths to talk stale giving greetings. It makes Ryes more riled up.

Ryes looked at Francesca fixedly. The direction of view really can not be invited to chrompomy and set. Because of his direction of view, he really could not take his eyes off Francesca.

"I want to give you the answer to your yesterday-yesterday proposal"

"And?"

Damnit damnit! Why is Francesca so relaxed!

Francesca's question, which she asked without changing her perspective on the papers on the table, caused Ryes to wheeze a few times

"I'm sorry about before. I'm not uninterested in your proposal, really Your Majesty. I'm quite happy with your proposal. But, you can get a better companion than me. Moreover, I did not have the slightest thought of ending up in a marriage"

Feeling the gust of wind blowing from the open window in Francesca's room, Ryes glanced at the window on the right side of Francesca's desk.

It was the same with Francesca who released the ink and paper. The cold made him look at Ryes

"You're rejecting me?"

"No, I just refused marriage. Open you, Your Majesty"

One eyebrow Ryes raised as Francesca stood up from her chair and stepped towards the open window.

Gracefully, Francesca headed to the window and ignored her appearance. Thin nightgown, loose hair, graceful slow movement. Whether she realized it or not, Francesca was trying to wake the starving lion.

Not quite getting there yet, Francesca leisurely stood on her back against the open window. Until when the wind blows again, making thick hair tergerai beautifully fly. His pale skin became clearer in the full moonlight. The curves of his body that are only wrapped in a very thin satin fabric really print clearly every inch of the body perfectly ready petiknya.

It looks fresh, looks sweet, and is so seductive that it makes Ryes' mouth watery. It was very tempting for Ryes' mouth to immediately taste any mature corner in Francesca's body.

Ryes gulped her saliva with great difficulty. His hunger is beginning to rise. The direction of his gaze looked at the face of Francesca who was already looking at him fixedly, defiantly.

"What's your max..you want me but don't want to accept my bond, Duke Hastings?"

Ryes's line of sight continued to look at Francesca who had already turned to close the window. Thin pastel-wearing nightgown Francesca printed a real two round chunks of ripe buttocks peaches are tempting to enjoy.

Ryes tried to loosen her loose collar as a suffocating feeling suddenly struck her breath.

After the window closed, Francesca turned back around. With a thin dress that prints every curve of the body and both chests that are not in any dispute, without the interior. Francesca's hand folded in front of her chest. Refuting his two breasts that have scored real two shoots of his that so keuncup because exposed to the cold wind

Fuck!!! Goddamnit!!

While cursing in his heart, Ryes' lips grinned. What the fuck?

"Are you trying to tease me? if so. you succeed Your Majesty. But I won't do marriage with anyone"

One eyebrow Francesca swooped. Next to her hand raised her hair with one hand that still refutes the chest chunk against her.

Again, for God's sake! Ryes gulped her saliva with great difficulty and grew increasingly agitated at the place where she stood.

Where's your incredible control Ryes? the girl in front of you just stood up in thin enough clothes without any inner but why is your whole body already screaming to pounce on her?

"Tempting? who's? you?" Francesca pulled the corners of her lips. "For what?"

Francesca's legs moved very slowly. Stepping back to his same desk by closing the distance to Ryes. His direction did not take off the slightest glare at Ryes.

With an unusually graceful but seductive gesture, Francesca's steps stopped, standing in front of her desk. His butt was stuck to the edge of the table with both hands folded back in front of his chest.

Francesca's tongue slightly came out to wet her lips. Makes her lips shiny fresh

"My offer is obviously a marriage. Why am I teasing you?"

With the scowl of the rascal back imprinted on his lips, with a blatant hungry gaze drawn in both of his misty eyes, Ryes stepped forward. Closer to Francesca, until their distance got closer.

Ryes' back slightly bent as their distance was only a few fingers apart. Her lips whispered next to Francesca's ears

"If you need. I can please you, without..." Ryes pulled his head and aligned their faces so closely. "Without marriage of course"

With very attached and equally locked each other prey. The two eyes were as blue as misty air Ryes stared fixedly at the two eyes of Francesca's tough shiny gray.

Ryes flinched as her collar, instantly pulled forward. Until their faces were very close, really close. Until only their noses are limiting the distance that has hit each other with a sense of warmth on their faces.

"Ryes...."

Ryes' body creeped out for a moment. Both of his eyes grew increasingly foggy with both hands already clenched firmly. As powerful as Ryes' life was, she refrained from pushing Francesca's body onto the table and directly devoured it. To quench the thirst that began to torment him greatly

Seeing Ryes' body stiffening but remaining in the usual broad control, half a smile Francesca re-emerged. His lips whispered softly

"To be honest, I don't feel like you're short of being my best friend. You're the perfect man to be the first to stand behind me when I'm wearing my crown. But-" Francesca's hand suddenly gripped firmly on Ryes's chin with one hand that kept pulling the collar off. "I am not a bad woman who will serve you in bed without ties. What else is asking you to serve me"

Francesca's hand pushed Ryes' face and body. Which makes Ryes' body so slightly wobbled backwards.

With feet that are already standing, with both shoulders that have been vertical, with chin that has been raised high. Francesca's hands clutched in her stomach and spoke full of her power

"I... Queen Francesca Francia, Duke of Hastings. Take care of your speech and behavior. If you weren't a Bosnian court-owner, I would have cut your head off by now!" Francesca's line of sight sharpened, her jaw tightened. "Don't be so reckless with me. I can get any man I want. There are thousands of men who are willing to put their faces on the backs of my legs and make up for my wrong choice in you"

Francesca immediately looked up to sit back in her chair. After sitting on the chair, Francesca's gaze stared intently at Ryes

"out"

With his chest pounding violently, with all his blood rustling hot, with his savage soul already burning. Ryes's scolding is getting wider.

Without a hint of politeness, Ryes kept returning Francesca's stern gaze.

They were still staring at each other and snaring at each other in their gazes. Until the loser, finally succumbed because the stronghold of his passion was already on the edge.

"Good night, Your Majesty"

After Ryes came out and closed the door. Francesca's two hands immediately rubbed her fiercely goosebumps.

That man. Francesca did not want to imagine how many of the girls and women who had bent their knees gave in to the gaze of the two eyeballs as blue as the soft ocean but drowned Ryes's.

While Ryes who had been languishing in the corridor, began to chuckle independently in the middle of her steps.

It felt very tingling when he could not smash both of Francesca's tough shiny gray eyeballs. It felt so annoying when Ryes had to swallow her passion in an on fire state that somehow had to be dimmed.

"Damn!!"

Edward from behind the wall turned around before he got closer to Ryes. It's too dangerous to approach a man who's used to the battlefield like Ryes. The man's instinct must have been very tasteful like a dog.

---000---

Tonight, Ferdinand, who had just finished picking up and looking for someone to stay at, was enjoying the night view at a capital inn.

He was quite tired after a day of accompanying someone who had just arrived in Francia, and immediately had to go around to quench his thirst for shopping.

Delane. The woman Ferdinand served as well as possible was getting more and more and makes Ferdinand have to accumulate a lot of patience.

Again Ferdinand rolled his eyeballs lazily as Solar continued to give his cynical warning.

"Want you how many thousands more times you'll remind me of Sol? I'm also picky if I want to fuck a woman! goddamnit!"

Solar who was also enjoying the view of the capital at night immediately turned to Ferdinand. Staring at Ferdinand with a cynical look that he could not resist.

"means. If she was a girl, beautiful, and had something interesting, would you fuck her? you don't mind if you fuck her? you'd willingly fuck her?"

I'm starting to get upset. Ferdinand's hand lifted and instantly floated to Solar's head

Plaac!!

"I have a wife! I love my istiku so much! Be careful your mouth says shit!"

While rubbing his head, Solar chipped away dislike

"You used to have a wife and keep putting your lover into your marriage. You also impregnated him"

"I impregnated her before we got married shit! I don't know if that's gonna happen either!" Ferdinand took a deep breath as a sudden sense of tightness infiltrated his chest. His mouth spoke again softly. "Don't talk about that again. You're scaring me Solar"

Finally, Solar is tight. He will not discuss the past again, because it is not necessary to tell again how the fall of Ferdinand who drowned in guilt. And Solarlah, who has always been the most time-consuming person to entertain and give encouragement to Ferdinand who had lost the spirit and passion to continue his life without Anastasia.

"Sorry Your Highness. I just want to remind you. Because if Her Highness Princess Anastasia gets hurt again, I'll stop being your right hand and won't want to see you again"

Ferdinand snorted violently.

"I don't care about you"

It was true how much Ferdinand cared about Solar if he had to compare himself who could have lost Anastasia again. Just imagining it, Ferdinand's heart started beating in pain.

Silence happened for a while. Solar dissolved in his thoughts. And Ferdinand was also dissolved in his thoughts. Ferdinand finally spoke again

"Do I have to explain all this to Ana, Sol? Every time he did this without Ana's knowledge. I feel so scared"

From the tail of his eyes, Solar glanced at Ferdinand for a moment then replied

"As Her Majesty said, if Her Highness is best not to be told. It was better like this than to tell Her Highness and make the burden of her mind increase" Solar glanced back at Ferdinand for a moment and then spoke again. "Try the situation behind. Imagine if your wife were you, and you knew it. Sure-to-be"

"Ok enough! You're pissing me off Sol. Imagining Ana having to tease another man makes my blood boil"

Both of Solar's eyes turned around with a puff.

"Naahh. That's Her Majesty, Your Highness..." Solar's hand patted Ferdinand's shoulder with familiar snobs. "So quickly finish your plan so you can get back on the hot bed as soon as possible"

Ferdinand who had wanted to get angry because of Solar's hands that had been careless to touch him, so smiled with excitement because he imagined their bed. Hot bed with Anstasia

Solar who saw Ferdinand's smile suddenly took a deep breath to prepare himself

And it's true... After Solar finished taking his deep breath. Ferdinand's discordant humming voice began to chant unbeautifully in his ears.

--000--

In Trancia, this afternoon Anastasia was ready to return to Francia. Although her work in Trancia was not completely finished because she had to wait for who would turn herself in to her, Anastasia chose to follow the letter that Francesca sent. If he is, he should come during the festival and leave the business there to Stevan and Lucas.

"Does it matter if we travel later tonight, Your Highness?"

With a happy heart. For the umpteenth time Anastasia's head shook with confidence. And for the umpteenth time, Anastasia answered Ruth's question

"I'm fine Ruth. Francia and Trancia are not much different from the distance between Yorksire and the capital if we pass the road behind the mountain. As usual"

Finally, Ruth could only waste a sigh of resignation. He was very worried if he had to travel that began at night, especially with the state of Anastasia who was pregnant at a young age

Seeing the look on Ruth's face that still looked unwilling. Anastasia stepped closer to Ruth. Grabbing one of Ruth's hands and directly putting the warm hand to her stomach.

Ruth is flinched

"Your Highness...?"

The smile on Anastasia's lips rose again, then spoke softly.

"He misses his dad. And me too"

The rarity that was filled with the happy twinkle of Anastasia could only make Ruth give up. What else could Ruth say if it were this way.

"Okay Your Highness.I will take care of you as best I can"

Chief Anastasia nodded.

--000--

With one hand that kept twirling the teacup. Francesca looked at her second guest tonight.

A guest? Can the girl in front of him be called a guest?

"He was very difficult to read Frans. I feel like he's keeping something really big"

Francesca raised her gaze to the girl in front of her

"Sure Sum. They're Bosnians. Their history has proven that there is a nest of wolves"

Summer agreed. Then he chimed in on Francesca's words

"Regan. I don't know why I've always been so scared of him. Even I feel much more afraid of him than King Feroca"

Francesca's hand put back her teacup, and looked back at her sister.

"me too. Not only because we know if he attacked papa and mama. But also because of something that always gets stuck every time he sees his annoying face"

Head Summer nodded back in agreement. Then he looked at the smoke coming out of the cup

"What should I do Frans?"

Summer's head lifted again to look at her brother fixedly. Francesca looked closely at her sister, then said

"Hold everything Sum. Remember that you only have to live. That's all...." Francesca's hand clasped Summer's hand and looked at her sister with a stern look. "We. Was the daughter of King Fredrick who was tough and did not know the word defeat"

Both of Francesca's brightly glossy greenish-brown gray eyeballs stared at Summer's two dark-brown grey eyeballs.

Summer's hand tightened their grip and nodded in understanding.

"Yes, Frans"

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