The Bloody Crown

BC 40s

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"Does this make you feel at home, Duke Hasting?"

Casually putting on half his bastard smile, Ryes replied. "I think, in your room like 'that night', it makes me more comfortable, Your Majesty."

The cell doorman knights, Tomy, and Keelf who were the key guards of the main holding cell instantly looked at Francesca with shocked faces. How not, the answer and emphasis said Ryes, will certainly make anyone misunderstand. Sure.

Francesca knew that, she knew that Ryes, who kept looking at her with a rascal smile, was playing tricks on her. The man who had already rejected her - - rejecting a Francesca Castalarox deliberately said her remarks just now to get her - But...

With her chin held high and her hands clutched gracefully in front of her stomach, her steps stepped gracefully closer to the iron bars. "Duke Hasting's..." Francesca with slow but sharp. His gaze was ice-cold and as sharp as his spear was brightly shiny. Staring at the two irises as blue as the ocean Ryes were looking at him witfully.

"Yes, Your Majesty?" Ryes answered with curiosity.

Next to the corner of Francesca's lips pulled upwards. "You can run away that day; you will be mine in the end, Ryes......"

And Francesca immediately twisted her body, without wanting to see the look on Ryes' face that had lost its calm and seductive gaze. The bastard smile that continued to be imprinted on his lips as if he was mocking, vanished into a cold smile.

And Keelf who was at the very back followed Tomy who was controlling Francesca's langakah, pulling his half of his lips up.

Their queen, they promised. And the promise of a King of Francia was their life.

"Good luck, Duke Hastings." Guman Keelf before completely moving away from Ryes' cell door. A frown that Ryes can no longer hear. Ryes, who had completely lost her smile and look. His relaxed body was already awake stiffly.

"Damn it!!!"

--000--

The young man who was in front of Malik kept his head down without saying anything. In the workroom of the King of Bosnia, a place that was clean but still leaves the memory of the remnants of the coup, became a gripping place for Richard who somehow this afternoon was dragged to get there.

The sound of the door opening made Richard turn his head. Alfon, the former right-hand man of the late King Feroca, entered with two parchments.

"Malik." Said Alfon while handing over two parchments. Malik nodded in understanding and immediately grabbed the two parchments. "Make him give you his stamp and signature." Connect Alfon without looking at Richard who can only harden his jaw.

After that, Alfon returned out of the room leaving behind Richard and Malik. "Your Highness..." Malik. Then put two parchments and ink feathers right in front of Richard's hand.

Richard looked at Malik with guts. "If I don't want to?"

Flatly, Malik returned Richard's nagging gaze. "You won't want to hear an answer from me, Your Highness."

And Malik's answer is more than enough to explain everything. Richard, with a roaring chest full of anger, inevitably, accepted not accept, had to put his signature and stamp. Or, something more terrible than hell will be accepted.

--000--

This afternoon in Francia, after confirming and also arranging security for Francesca's itinerary to Bosnia, Edward returned to George's room.

The old man he left this morning after giving some maps of George's order, this time looking very busy.

George's hand continued to write the numbers and writings on a paper after seeing a map full of graffiti. Then George's old hand again circled and also lined the parts of the name on the map like it was marking.

Edward was very and very curious. Because, it's been almost three hours George did that, but still no sound issued George. Making a million curiosity more filled the contents of Edward's coconut.

The table in front of George was filled with sheets of map scrawled. There were also several books that the old man occasionally opened. Then the white paper full of numbers and writing that Edward did not understand, increasingly provoked Edward to ask. But Edward could only take a deep breath and pour the tea for the fifth time into George's cup.

After an hour and four of accompanying George, the man finally took a deep breath and landed his butt in the chair.

Is it done?

Of course not yet. Because George went back to write something onto a blank white paper. Then put the letter into an envelope.

"Ed...."

Finally, George's voice broke the silence.

"Take this to the address there." Pinta George thrusting the envelope at Edward.

Edward glanced at the window that indicated that the sky was getting dark. "Is it in between now, sir?"

With a finger already scratching the tea clover while staring at the white paper full of numbers and writings, George shook his head briefly. "At the dawn of the morning, no one knows."

Edward's forehead frowned, then looked at the letter in his hand. Which turns out not only one. Because the other one, in the envelope, is a small piece of paper. Tearing the paper is like a part of the book. "This.....??" Edward Gumanan.

Edward's questioning and curiosity made George answer. "Take them both there."

Edward who understood immediately nodded. Then try to approach George's desk when the old man looks like he will move to tidy up the table. But Edward's movements stopped as George's hand was raised.

"Let me just."

And Edward, the more curious. Moreover, when now the look on George's face can be seen clearly.

--000--

The state of the table in George's room is not much different from the situation with the table in Regan's room. The man was also filling his desk with maps and parchment papers.

Alfon, who had been sent in after delivering two parchments to Regan's request of Malik, looked directly at Regan who was tearing a parchment.

"That's right!" Regan's arrest was followed by all the contents of her desk that floated to the floor. With both hands propping up the table and a body that continued to stand in front of the table, Regan's cold ruffled voice sounded.

Alfon was silent while waiting. Waiting for Regan to finish with a conditional cold ruddle with a strong scent of anger.

"I..." Guman Regan after finishing chuckling.

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"He must die with both hands."

Alfon glanced at Regan who spoke with his jaw hardened until his teeth cursed. The man did not answer or make any noise, until Regan stepped towards the exit of the room.

"Princess Summer?" Regan asked after leaving the door.

After closing the door again and starting to follow Regan's steps, Alfon answered confidently. "Not yet to open his room, Your Majesty."

Afterwards, Regan steps towards the guest room, Summer's room.

--000--

Winna Castle. The place where Delana used to enjoy her calm, relaxed and fun-filled days, has never happened again since her return from Francia.

With trembling hands until her temple was filled with nervous sweat, Delena covered a paper that had just finished in her writing in fear.

"Manda."

Manda - Delana's personal servant, immediately advanced after continuing to observe the strange movements of his non-man during the writing of letters. "Yes, Your Highness?"

While thrusting the envelope with trembling hands, Delana looked at Manda. "As I said earlier. Give it today and now."

Although there were a thousand questions and a million curiosity, Manda only nodded obediently without taking out all her head. "Well, Your Highness...."

After Manda closed the door to her room, Delana stared at the window that revealed the pitch-black night sky without stars.

"Rain will come back down." Guman Delana while gripping very tightly the edge of the table. Even the night breeze that blew into the room, Delana could not block to close the window because her legs and body continued to shake violently. "I-I, gotta live." Connect Delana with a trembling flutter.

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