The Bloody Crown
BC 36
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The horse-drivers began to pull the harness. Summer who was no longer bound, with her mouth that was also no longer covered with cloth, immediately shook violently.
His eyes were round, his mouth was gaping because he was too surprised, the color of his face had already turned deathly sharp
Because of the scenery he saw, very surprising and sad.
The usually clean courtyard of Helsingr's palace was strewn with lifeless bodies.
Every grass in the courtyard of Helsingr palace which is always kept green, is full of puddles of red.
"Re-Regan?"
Regan who found Summer's fear and shock seemed to be unconcerned. He who looked different from what Summer knew, jumped off the horse and quickly carried Summer's body to step on the bloody ground of Helsingr.
"Is this Re?"
Again, Summer asked with a quivering tone. But Regan, again, did not reply and nonchalantly held Summer's already icy hand. Bring Summer to follow in her footsteps.
Until they were inside Helsingr, and the view in the room was just as sad as the state of the courtyard.
"Go back to your room, and never come out no matter what happens to Sum"
Summer's head shook strongly, then looked at Regan
"I-i. i-"
"Go"
It's cold, it's cold. Regan's voice and facial features are so cold that Summer does not dare to look at her again, until Summer hates the fact that she is so afraid of Regan
"D-yes"
Summer's feet immediately ran towards her room. Run quickly but also carefully when passing the streets filled with lifeless bodies scattered.
"Malic"
"Yes Your Highness"
"Where?"
Malik, Regan's right-hand man, led their way. Steps to head towards the workspace of King Feroca.
Fresh red, lifeless bodies of bodyguards and servants, Summer's body continued to shake violently behind the walls.
He didn't really follow Regan's orders. Summer must know and want to know what happened in the palace of Helsingr. Moreover, he must understand the real face of his fiancee.
With a sag, Summer's steps followed from a distance towards Malik and Regan who had entered the corridor of King Feroca's study.
Until the moment Regan and Malik had gone inside, Summer immediately took a peeking position and eavesdropped on him
"Hallo. daddy..."
Summer clenched her two increasingly trembling hands. Regan's voice was very, very scary. The voice was like a demon greeting.
Regan stared coldly at Feroca's already blood-soaked face, with her stomach already hollow and more red-colored.
"W-what is this Re?"
At the corner of Regan's lips pulled upwards. His empty hand had already pulled the sword from Malik's waist.
"Life Your Majesty. This is the life you've always talked about"
"It's Regan..... You want this throne? Can't you wait for me to die alone. This will be yours someday"
Feroca said with great difficulty, looking at her son who never seemed to know him
Regan tilted her head, staring at every inch of her father's mouth that was almost destroyed. "My throne?" The corner of Regan's lips was pulled back up.
"Your Majesty, I'm not your son"
Summer could see that, could hear everything. Feroca's tense face and quietness caused Summer to shut her mouth after hearing what Regan said. Words that Summer could mean if it must be a truth.
Regan's coldness filled the sound throughout the room. It's cold and horrible. It was gripping in the silence of Helsingr
"Don't want to argue? Hmm. sure. Because it's true"
With a gasp of breath, Feroca stared at Regan with nanar
"But you're the one I chose"
Back, Regan chuckles amusedly. His hand quickly strangled Feroca's already blood-soaked neck. The position of Feroca who had been sitting helplessly on the chair, made Regan very eager to laugh.
"Don't joke Your Majesty. You still want to brag when your life is almost kicked out of this world...huh?" Regan's head came closer and whispered sharply. "I know everything Your Majesty. How you've always held me back from growing. How did you secretly accumulate power for your real son. How did you use Ryes to one day become a pawn for Richard, a weapon that would eventually end up in Ryes' hands"
Feroca's head slammed into the back. With Regan pulling back one hand. His hands were covered in blood from the wound on Feroca's neck
Feroca's face looked deathly pale behind all the fresh flowing red color on her face.
Culas Regan's smile rises. He was very amused when he saw the frightened face and was caught by Feroca
"Your Majesty" Regan tilted her head again. "Actually I don't want to do this. But you're too slow and weak. I'm afraid that if you continue to let you, you can make this kingdom lose everything, for example due to Francia's attack...?" Regan's naughtiness is back. "You're stupid and slow. You don't even know if the Francians know all this, all your secrets. You're too confident to think that Francia's kids were just kids yesterday afternoon. You don't even know if Delana, your brother who should have your throne, is almost entangled in their cheap game"
"I-I. I just don't-"
"Sttt!"
Regan's finger pressed down firmly on Feroca's already crushed lips and was full of blood.
"Shut up and calm down. Let me take care of your whole stupidity"
As fast as the blink of an eye. The sword that was in Regan's hand instantly flowed fresh blood.
The red color immediately flew in after him with the sound of something falling strong and immediately rolling.
The sounds and sights that made Summer immediately gripped her mouth firmly so as not to scream. All over Summer's body was shivering crazily. When he saw the head of Feroca that was no longer in his body...
"Let me continue this beloved kingdom of yours Feroca" Regan's hand grabbed the crown Malik had thrust on her. His blood-filled hands hold the crown of the highest throne in Bosnia with both eyes glazed with tears in their eyes. Half his lips lifted up along with his hand which raised the crown above his head. "Watch me from your place Feroca. Meet my mom there. Face him in hell while watching me run this kingdom"
Summer who was still glued in place, increasingly gripped her own mouth so as not to scream. But it was useless, as suddenly a pair of bright blue eyeballs directly stared at his eyeballs.
Summer's body immediately fell backwards. Her tears flowed straight away. Her violently trembling body tried to get up as Regan had already continued to stare towards her
A hand full of Regan's blood was raised, stretched out toward Summer without saying anything. Only half of her lips were pulled upwards, making any form of fear instantly fill every single one of Summer's blood cells
Summer's head shook strongly.
Nah! nay! Regan is scary. That man is a demon!!
After Summer managed to lift her legs to stand up, she immediately turned around and ran limping with all her calm.
God please...!! help him to stay alive!!
Summer's limp legs kept running, which was going somewhere. Before he could truly move away from the corridor, the call of majesty for the new King could still be heard
"LONG LIVE THE KING! LONG LIVE THE KING! LONG LIVE THE KING!!"
With her breath beginning to suffocate from fear, Summer continued to run towards the direction that Summer finally chose. Lord, Summer needs God to take refuge and beg
With increasingly claustrophobic breathing, Summer's steps finally stopped in front of the chapel's open door.
The silent-looking chapel, kept cool, even the floor that Summer could feel on her bare feet, was very soothing. It was as if nothing had happened in Helsingr, as if there were no pools of blood and piles of corpses all over the corner of Helsingr.
Summer cries in fear with her feet littering the cool floor of the chapel and leaves a trail of red color. With resignation, Summer finally dropped her body in front of the altar.
What will happen after this Lord? What exactly is your plan? Why did you let all this happen? How did Summer have to save her life after this?
"The ancient serpent is in our midst, isn't Princess Summer?"
With a face that had been soaked from tears, Summer's head turned towards the sound.
Richard. With both hands full of blood and a body that is somehow covered in blood. Staring blankly in front of the altar from his chair.
Sitting alone in the church chair on the darkest side of the chapel because it is covered in shadows.
With trembling lips, Summer muttered
"Prince Richard?"
"The traitors have attacked. And Angel Michael isn't here. We're just Princess Summer. Only we have to fight them"
Summer could only be speechless as she stared at Richard who continued to stare blankly in front of the altar.
--000--
In Francia. The dense night sky began to make the sparkle of streaks of light not symmetrical.
The wind blew hard, until the trees that had been lacking water moved strongly and dropped the yellow leaves.
Francesca was still silent as she gripped her dress. The direction of view looked at someone who was already in Xander and Keelft's grasp.
Staring sharply at a man who seemed relaxed, and of course allowed himself to be there.
Ryes. Leaving her body in the cup, she looked at Francesca who seemed to be holding back. As powerful as life was, Francecsa must have been holding herself back from being frightened.
"Your Majesty?"
Ferdinand, who finally arrived at the camp, looked at Francesca for a moment, and then looked at Francesca.
Tightening his leg as Keelft kicked him, Ryes resisted Keelft's attack to keep his knee from flexing.
Sensing Ryes' strong defense, Keelft will hit Ryes again. But, uh,
"There's no point you guys doing this to me. You're just wasting time"
Francesca's lips were piercingly
"What are we missing, Duke Hastings?"
"Until where do you know?"
Very presumptuous!
The question from their Queen that Ryes answered made Xander's hand move. Moving to get to Ryes' neck while holding the dagger that she had been holding at some point.
But, the hand holding the dagger instantly stopped in midair, it would not be easy to land on Ryes' neck. Because Ryes' hand, which had been holding a dagger since when, was holding it
"I've told you Your Majesty. You're just wasting time"
"Say clearly Duke Hastings!!"
Francesca had already lost her flat face. Her hands tightened the grip on her dress.
Francesca was scared...
Next to Ryes' lips pulled up, and immediately moved casually to throw away another dagger that was being held back by her dagger. Xander who got a strong push, immediately a little wobbly and will come back to attack with annoyance.
But, Jeremmy immediately held back. Pull Xander to keep quiet. Because it is useless, using emotions in the present moment will not be useful.
"So far as you know?"
See if Francesca's just mumbling. Ferdinand answered Ryes' question
"There will be a coup and an uprising planned for next month. The coup using the power of Odessa and Bosnia. But we don't know from which side to attack. It could be from your stronghold, Princess Delana, Prince Richard-"
"Regan..."
Without further ado, Ryes directly chimed in Ferdinand's words with an answer
Both Ferdinand's brows furrowed deeply.
"What's? Why?"
"Their colors are one mother and a different father, Dinand. Duke Hasting is the son of the late Queen Seana, while Prince Regan is the son of a bodyguard. They are all children of the affair of the late Queen Seana, their mother. Only Prince Richard Son of King Feroca"
Francesca answered Ferdinand's question sharply. Both of his gray beads trembled as he looked at Ryes.
Frightened vibration. The fear that has come true. This was what Francesca feared the most, if the one who would betray Feroca was the false Crown Prince, Regan..
Francesca's fear was only focused on her sister. Summer... What will happen to their Summer?
Not only was Francesca already trembling in fear, but all the men there were also feeling the same, especially Ferdinand
"It's impossible...."
Ferdinand's frown made Ryes look at him while saying a stern word
"That's right. And you're wrong to assume Regan will strike with the time you know. It was too long, 'cause" Ryes looked back at Francesca. "Regan will not continue to let you who are trying to compartmentalize Bosnia. He won't be able to let you keep moving fast. Regan must've moved-"
Ferdinand's hands were clenched. She doesn't want to hear Ryes' words, but Ryes continues
"The king of Feroca may be dead by now. And the new King of Bosnia has taken his throne"
"That's right!" Ryes' body was pulled towards Ferdinand as Ferdinand's hand pulled on his collar. Ferdinand's cursing lips spoke again while hissing sharply. "I'll kill you if anything happens to my sister!"
Next to Ryes's lips, he lifted back up, then said calmly.
"Before worrying about Her Highness. Instead you pay attention to what might happen in Francia. Regan's not a patient guy"
"YOUR MAJESTY!!!!!"
The cry of someone at the door made all heads turn
Farel went inside with hunting breath, then looked at Francesca who seemed to have lost her flat face
"Your Majesty"
With her body turned, Francesca looked at Farel with her jaws tightened
"Why?"
"They touched Francia"
Francecsa's hands clenched even more tightly, her eyes darkening
"Where? Where do they dare touch MY FRANCIA!!!!!"
---000---
The sky had lost its silence. A great roar and a strong wind started to darken tonight
The rumbling noises that would start her the rain drops sign, making her two old gray eyeballs increasingly stare at the sky which gradually began to wet the earth.
"Queen Francesca Francia. Now what are you gonna do?"
The sound of billions of water droplets from the sky made the owner of both gray eyeballs stretch his hand out the window.
His aged skin began to feel the cold sky water. The longer, the colder because the sky water droplets are increasingly swift
"Your throne will bleed even more, Your Majesty. Can you get through all this?"
The hand was clenched under the fluttering of trillions of rainwater, his old lips smiling incisively as he said softly
"Daughters of the great King Fredrick. Can your heads hold those bloody crowns?"
His old hand that was clenched under the rainwater, opened again and immediately turned around
"Welcome to the Throne Rules, Your Majesty"
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