The Bloody Crown
BC 39
With a grim face and puffy eye bags until both eyes are also swollen, Summer looked back at the reflection of her face.
It was morning, and he made it through the night to grieve Helsingr awake and crying in fear, alone.
Once again, Summer rubbed her cheeks that did not stop getting wet from tears. He was getting more and more scared this morning, for some reason, his feeling said it would be much more gripping than last night.
With hearing continuing to catch the cleaning noises in front of her room, Summer finally let out a long breath. Long breath that conditions will feel tired and resigned.
TOK TOK TOK
"Your Highness"
Summer's body stiffened. He became very sensitive when there was little sound heard around him. As now, he became hesitant to open the door of his room and decided to shut up.
With a slightly quick step, Summer went straight to the door of her room and deftly turned the door lock.
The sound of the door lock being turned, of course, makes the door back on tap from the outside. But Summer did not care, and headed straight for her bed. Hiding his body inside the blanket while curling up covered his two ears.
It didn't take long for her to come back sobbing. All the prayers of supplication and the echo of the longing for his father and mother returned the sobbing lips of Summer said.
How longing Summer was for Fredrick, how eager Summer was to sleep on Victoria's lap. How much she wanted Summer to complain to her two brothers about all her fears but, she could only curl up under the covers sobbing.
Alone. without any backrest...
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Anastasia's hand rubbed her stomach again as George looked back at her still flat stomach. He mocked George, who could only stare at Anastasia's stomach with sparkling eyes without daring to touch her granddaughter.
"Stop that shit." Francesca's rebuke only made George sneer bitterly as he glanced at Francesca in annoyance.
The backup, made Anastasia smile thinly with a facial look that looks not okay.
This morning, no one is actually doing well. Although they tried to be relaxed and calm, but their hearts and minds actually no one could calm down. Their hearts and minds are floating around thinking and feeling everything.
Especially for the guards and knights who for a second did not release their alert for Rembrantd. At least they do not want to make mistakes that will end in carelessness and carelessness.
After waiting for a few minutes, finally the door to the workspace was knocked on with the guard announcing that the wait had arrived, Henry came.
With a disheveled face, and a little hunting breath, Henry politely walked into Francesca's study, then spoke in a tired voice "Sorry I'm late, Your Majesty."
The head of Franceca nodded briefly, which made Henry immediately take the chair that Jeremmy had drawn for him.
"How's it?" Francesca asked directly, as Henry had already landed his butt.
"I've arranged the return of guests, and tried to calm things down." Francesca nodded understandingly and was satisfied enough at Henry's quick performance to calm things down. "I have also examined and provided the best care for the injured and the deceased. The compensation I have given even though the sense of loss they will still imprint." Soap Henry with resignation. "And the parliament has also moved to return our 'guests' to Bosnia without breaking the bonds we've been trying to tie." Close Henry confidently. He believes that if the besan parliament can certainly be relied on and true.they understand the situation without the need for the palace to explain a lot, and quickly move on their own.
"Well..how about my letter?" Francesca asked Jeremmy.
"We've sent a letter to Bosnia about your planned arrival, just waiting for a response, Your Majesty." Jeremmy replied quickly and confidently.
Francesca nodded briefly. Then looked at Anastasia who looked serious. "Ana?"
"Yes, Your Majesty?"
"I have a choice for you. Do you still want to be here, or do you want to choose me to send you to Transia or Vansia during your pregnancy?"
Although Francesca was sure that Anastasia's answer was the same as what she had heard, Francesca still confirmed this. However, Anastasia has the right to vote and say her choice with all the risks that Ferdinand's wife must have clearly understood.
Francesca nodded to accept Anastasia's answer and choice, then again asked Jeremmy. "Where is Prince Ferdinand?"
"Still in port, Your Majesty. His Highness is still taking care of and arranging everything there, including port security and returning guest passengers."
"All right.." Close Francesca. He then moved from his chair, which was followed by George, Henry and Anastasia. "I have to do something." More words in the form of commands not to be followed, making them understand. Means only Tomy will follow Francesca's next steps.
After Francesca came out, George immediately turned his chair a hundred and eighty degrees towards Anastasia. The same was the case with Henry who immediately stood up and squatted beside Anastasia's chair. Making Anastasia immediately smile amusedly. "Patience.. one-one yaa..." Pinta Anastasia with full of jokes. He knew that the two men looked very enthusiastic about finding out their niece and great-granddaughter.
George was still silent as he continued to stare at Anastasia's moving hand caressing her stomach. The same was the case with Henry who smiled while looking at Anastasia's stomach curiously. Even Henry did not care about his squatting position.
"Will he move?" Finally George asked after restraining himself very well.
Anastasia chuckled softly while shaking her head. "No, George. He's still very small."
"He's a boy or a girl?" Henry asked silly with a face look no less ridiculous.
Anastasia's slow naughtiness was heard again while shaking her head and glancing at Jeremmy who had already rolled his eyeballs lazily.
What the fuck. Are they bachelors who do not understand if Anastasia's stomach alone is still very flat. How can you move, and already have sex?
Anastasia smiled with relief as many silly questions returned to Henry - a child-and-man, George - a grandfather-like bachelor, who was as new as seeing someone's pregnancy.
At least, Anastasia's decision to announce her pregnancy by asking Francesca to announce this happy news as soon as possible in the midst of their crisis, succeeded by being able to slightly warm the cold and burdened atmosphere of everyone.
Although Anastasia knew, if possible there would be a lot of risks that could be obtained if he had to stay in Francia.
***
Ryes, just finished her breakfast with her legs stuck in a cell. The man looked relaxed and unperturbed even when eating his breakfast, a few rats and cockroaches passed by to accompany him.
At least, this morning was quite pleasant and did not feel burdened by Ryes when compared to when he was in Bosnia especially Helsingr.
There is not a myriad of jobs, a mountain of responsibilities, hundreds of plans, and most importantly, he does not have to serve and must satisfy someone at night.
Actually, the death of king Feroca for Ryes was a blessing but also, a disaster. Inwardly, Ryes secretly felt happy but also, harboring worries.
After completely laying down her breakfast, Ryes just threw away her iron dinner plate this morning. At least, Francia was still fairly humane to treat their captives. It is very different compared to Bosnia.
Let alone to get a decent meal, even for a drink, the guards often give their urine.
It looks like Ryes will be at home even though it is only confined in a humid place of smell, accompanied by insects and disgusting animals. What else, if you have to visit an angel like now.
At the corner of Ryes's lips pulled upwards. "Good morning, Your Majesty." Greet Ryes as she sees Francesca with Tomy heading to her cell door.
Francesca looked at Ryes flat with a face look no less flat. "Does this make you feel at home, Duke Hasting?" Francesca asked in a very flat tone as she looked at Ryes who, without a care, had already laid her body on the floor while folding both hands over her head.
Tomy who saw Ryes' disrespectful gesture could only glance at Francesca. I don't know, Tomy is not sure if a man like Ryes will be able to be a companion of Francesca who will also carry out heavy duty. Moreover, Tomy believes that if a man like Ryes, will not be able to submit freely.
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