The Bloody Crown
BC 04
Francesca's fingers stroked the desk that her father had always used to work. It was at this table that all the Francia turnaround took place. It is at this table that any change in Francia can occur. And at that table, all the happiness of the people they can have.
After being quite satisfied in silence, Francesca opened the boxes that had been left behind by their father and mother. The unresolved work. If Francesca's only habit was to help, this time Francesca had to take over for the whole thing. And for some reason, Francesca felt very strange about it
With the appearance of a flat face unreadable as usual, the two flat-faced people there continued to communicate with each other just from the gaze, without letting out a single sound. Francesca, who was helped by Tomy, continued to do things that needed to be checked, including about the results of the meeting that was not in his presence.
Until the sound of knocking on the door made Francesca immediately release everything she held, with Tomy who went straight to the door when she received Francesca's nod.
When the door opened, everyone called Francesca was present and immediately took the place to go to the long desk in the workspace.
Ferdinand, Anastasia, and Henry immediately sat down as Francesca was already sitting on her leader seat. Jeremmy, Edward, Solar and Chris immediately stood up to take their positions behind the seats. All was still silent when Francesca had not opened her mouth, until not long before the door was knocked back. Tomy opened the door again.
There, enter the best sneakers, the best information seekers, the best messengers, and one of Francia's best tacticians. It took the knights only five days to get back from Bosnia to Francia. And can be sure if they enter the room by bringing the results of the command.
Seeing Carl, Gregory, Keelf and Farel already standing on the spot, Francesca finally began to open her voice while looking at Henry who had seen her still grimacing with pain
"Are you any better, Prince Henry?"
Henry smiled wryly as he nodded
"Had Your Majesty. My wounds are much better. Thanks"
Francesca nodded briefly and looked at Anastasia
"Is the meeting room safe? any problems?"
With a faint smile, Anastasia shook her head
"They can be invited to discuss, Your Majesty. You can relax, because I'll handle this for now"
"Stay press and if they are still arrogant, just kick their head Princess Anastasia. It's my order"
Anastasia smiled and nodded.
"Good Your Majesty"
Francesca's hand lifted and looked up at Tomy next to her. The understanding Tomy quickly gave two parchments to Francesca's hand. When the two parchments had just landed in his hands, they immediately flew about powerfully thrown right in front of Anastasia's desk.
Bra!!
With a face that was quite surprised because of Francesca's rude actions. Anastasia and the others, looked at Francesca and the freshly thrown parchment with confused faces.
"Check the names there Princess Anastasia. Look and remember, if there's a name in there that's natural could make me like this"
Francesca's cold voice made everyone glance at each other, except for Ferdinand who was just silently staring ahead. With a slightly timid movement, Anastasia instantly unrolled the two permaken scrolls, and instantly read the contents.
It did not take long to change the look on Anastasia's face to be full of angry strokes.
Francesca who could see the change, made a sound again.
"Ada?"
With the jaw hardened, and the hand that was already squeezing the parchment strongly, Anastasia nodded.
"There's Your Majesty. There are two names I know and-"
"I'm not too sure one hundred percent. But according to my calculations, there were people in the Trancia parliament who betrayed His Majesty King Fredrick by not sending help here, until no help came from Tancia. The help Francia needed that day. And if they can deflect the orders from His Majesty, then it's not just the two names of Princess Anastasia" Francesca hissed sharply. "understand?"
Anastasia's teeth cursed strongly, her chest felt so smouldering that the anger made her two eyeballs teary.
"Understand, I understand Your Majesty"
To reap all her composure, Francesca took a deep breath for a moment. Then he looked at Ferdinand.
"For so long as we know, do you mind if I send your wife to Trancia?"
Ferdinand who was still silent, without needing to think long immediately nodded firmly
"Princess Anastasia will also definitely propose herself without the need for you to request, Your Majesty. Please"
Francesca's gaze immediately looked at Anastasia who immediately nodded firmly at her. Assuming her husband's words with a face color that has been reddish because it restrains anger.
"You ready Princess?"
"Sure Your Majesty. Allow me to do whatever there is, is it okay?"
Half a corner of Francesca and Ferdinand's lips were attracted. Well well well well.Look at how the gentle Anastasia changes. This is their father's chosen son-in-law, the chess pawn of choice for them, but also their father's favorite son-in-law.
With half of her lips still pulled upwards, Francesca spoke coldly while looking at Anastasia with both shiny eyes.
With a face that still continued to show a real streak of anger, Anastasia nodded in understanding
"I'll take their heads home with me when I get back, Your Majesty. To Francia"
Edward who was still silent and standing behind Henry's chair could only smile curiously. This is Fredrick's favorite son-in-law, son-in-law and pawn chosen by Fredrcik. Fredrick with all his wit and cunning in any case including in judging someone, has begun to show clearly the results of his choices.
Edward began to recall Fredrick's words about Anastasia. Fredrick is right, if he not only binds a former Crown Princess who has always been people consider flawed, but... Anastasia seemed to be a small monster pawn that would be useful to support the victory in need.
"Chris"
"Yes Your Majesty"
"Company and come to Trancia with Lucas. I don't want to hear if there's a slight scratch on Princess Anastasia's body"
Chris nodded obediently
"With all our lives, Your Majesty"
"Go now, every second of us matters a lot" Francesca looked at Anastasia. "Send always a letter to us Princess Anastasia"
With a stroke of drought that had still not improved, Anastasia immediately stood up and bowed politely
"I'm leaving, Your Majesty" Anastasia looked at Ferdinand who had arranged it. "Prince Ferdinand"
"Hurry back"
Gently and requestingly, Ferdinand spoke as he looked at his wife who immediately nodded obediently.
After Anastasia left with Chris. Francesca looked back at everyone, then looked at Keelf and Farel
"How's Bosnia?"
Keelf quickly replied
"All normal, people's lives there are pretty good. Good for the nobles until their stomach turns 'pinched' Your Majesty"
"Hhmm... caste differences that are so real that they become parents?"
Keelf was convinced to answer Francesca, then returned
"True Your Majesty"
Francesca's head nodded in understanding, then looked at Gregory
"And why is that, Gory?"
Gregory quickly answered
"There's another camp owner, Your Majesty"
"Cube?"
Francesca asked with a face that was beginning to seem interested. Gregory grinned as he replied
"It turns out, there was born first of His Majesty King Feroca of Bosnia, Your Majesty. And the way of 'punching' the bellies of the nobles was the way they chose to still have a voice in their grasp. They were like racing each other to satiate the nobles"
"Hmmm..." Francesca's half corner was again drawn upwards. "And.. who was born first?"
Still with a grin, Gregory again answered confidently
"Her Highness Princess Delana. The 'real' daughter was born first, but could not have her throne because of health reasons"
"Classic..."
Ferdinand muttered as he heard Gregory's reply. And right. Ferdinand's frown instantly made all the heads there nod approvingly. Francesca who could immediately see the possibility of 'good things' again asked Gregory.
"Tell me"
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