RLAAQ - Chapter 13 < Fight For You >
Refusing Love As A Queen
"Why do you look so depressed?"
Adele sat at the table with berries and roses, smiled slightly, and looked at Prince Arthur in the center of the room.
He sat in front of the canvas, frowning, and the brush in his hand stopped for a long time.
The painting was to be sent to Emperor Root so that he could see what his future wife would look like. This work should have been completed by the court painter. Roland officials were dissatisfied that the Root Empire let Prince Arthur be the main painter - they did not believe how exquisite a Prince could be in painting.
However, after spending just one morning with Roland's court painters, Prince Arthur conquered them with his talent.
The portrait is half done.
Prince Arthur did not deliberately highlight the room furnishings and surrounding decorations to set off the nobility and elegance of the characters like ordinary court painters. That is what ordinary people do to lift themselves up into the palace, but Queen Roland does not need that - she is the essence of all nobility and beauty.
In the picture, the curtains with gold thread embroidery, the sterling silver candlesticks on the table, and the strong roses are all hidden in the misty shadows. The only visual light is left by Prince Arthur to Queen Adele - her face. It becomes clearer and clearer in the dark room, the crown complements her eyes, and the satin-like curls are scattered along the rose-red silk dress.
Anyone who sees this painting will be unable to help but want to step forward and kiss it. The beauty hangs on the back of the table's hand.
Even the jealous Roland court painter could not make a harsh evaluation of it.
It was Prince Arthur himself who was dissatisfied.
"How can I be satisfied with this?"
Prince Arthur put down his paintbrush unhappily.
"My poor painting skills and lack of inspiration have made me so incompetent - I saw the goddess Aphrodite standing in front of me, but I couldn't keep her even. One-tenth of the beauty!"
Hearing his angry words, Adele took out a rose from the crystal vase with a smile.
"There must be many lovely girls in Root who are fascinated by you, right?"
"There are even more lovely girls who prefer my heroic brother."
Prince Arthur shrugged. Adele caught the very subtle coldness in his voice.
The smile on her lips deepened, she stood up holding the rose, and walked to Prince Arthur.
"Thank you."
The Queen handed him the rose, then bent down to look at herself in the canvas.
Prince Arthur felt her long hair fall down his cheek. The Queen looked at the picture for a while and asked softly whether he had improved the paint and whether he used the traditional transparent thin-layer painting method. Prince Arthur's eyes became brighter and brighter as she spoke, and more and more dangerous.
It's like the sea before a storm in midsummer, so blue that it makes people palpitate.
This is really unexpected. You must know that few noble ladies nowadays can truly appreciate these profound painting arts. Female reds and how to please their husbands occupy so much of their energy that they end up dressing themselves up in a flashy way. It is difficult to find time to take care of the empty head.
As in most fields, women are not considered qualified to step into the high halls of art.
During the chat, Prince Arthur picked up the paintbrush according to the Queen's request and showed her the different effects of different techniques on the canvas. He even forgot that he was painting his brother's future wife, thinking that he was painting his own bride.
"Your drawing is outstanding, I am very satisfied."
Adele said with a smile.
"So be it."
"But..."
Prince Arthur frowned and subconsciously wanted to refute something.
"Do you also want to draw the most perfect painting and send it to your brother?"
The Queen's voice became slightly sharp and then softened as if she realized her gaffe.
"I'm sorry... It means it's perfect enough."
Prince Arthur was keenly aware that the aggression she had just shown was not directed at him or his brother.
The Queen didn't notice his change and stared at herself on the canvas as if staring at something through the painting.
Prince Arthur wanted to say something.
"Your Majesty the Queen, Your Highness the Prince."
Dalton's voice sounded from behind, interrupting the exchange between Prince Arthur and Queen Adele.
The two turned to look and saw the young general standing upright at the door.
He didn't know how long he stood there, how long he listened, and how long he looked. Every line on his face was straightened, like an ancient God of War crafted by the coldest blacksmith. His gaze fell on Prince Arthur, giving the impression of a wolf staring at its prey, with its fangs already exposed.
At that moment, no one would doubt that as long as he was given a chance, he would tear Prince Arthur to pieces.
"Dalton, you're disturbing us."
The Queen straightened up, the smile faded from her face, and she put on a cold mask.
Their eyes collided in the air, and the light in the room vacated for painting was dim. Shadow and light existed at the same time, just like the twins of the palace's splendor and sin, glory and scandal.
The smile on Prince Arthur's face also disappeared, and the midsummer storm in his eyes descended on the sea.
Click.
He broke the brush in his hand.
Adele and Dalton were suddenly awakened and looked at him at the same time.
"Mr. Dalton," Prince Arthur said in an aristocratic and arrogant tone, "this is not the place for you."
"Your Highness," Dalton said, "the envoy sent by your brother is looking for you."
He deliberately emphasizes the words "Prince" and "Brother", and as expected, seeing Prince Arthur's face becomes livid.
The Emperor's envoy walked out from behind Dalton expressionlessly and bowed to Prince Arthur. The person who came was an Earl of the Root Empire, and also the lover of the Queen Mother of the Root Empire. Prince Arthur walked out with a sullen face.
When he passed by Dalton, he lowered his voice and said something.
Dalton suddenly clenched his fists.
***
"Your Majesty attaches great importance to this alliance," the Earl said with a serious expression, "and so does your mother."
Prince Arthur rubbed the rose that the Queen gave him in return, and crushed the petals with his fingertips, The sharp thorns on his body caused his fingers to suffer a little, and blood mixed with juice seeped into the gaps between his fingers. With a bright smile on his face, he knew in his heart the purpose of his mother sending her lover.
To warn him.
His mother, who puts his brother's interests first, still treats him as a child.
Prince Arthur's smile widened.
The Earl was still relaying the Queen Mother's order, but Prince Arthur's thoughts drifted to other places. When he left, he deliberately slowed down his pace and vaguely heard the quarrel coming from the room behind him.
Dalton...
This name that he originally didn't care about, and the rumors that were swirling around him, suddenly made him feel dissatisfied.
"Are they going to hold a jousting tournament in a few days?"
Prince Arthur interrupted the Earl's boring words.
"Yes,"
Answered the count.
The alliance contract was signed faster than the marriage negotiations between the Queen and the Emperor. To celebrate the alliance, a traditional tourney will be held. This martial arts tournament was not only to show her strength to the allies but also to prompt the Queen to agree to Emperor Root's proposal as soon as possible.
"Prepare my armor, I want to participate too."
Prince Arthur ordered.
"Okay...wait? What did you say?"
The Earl was stunned on the spot and looked at Prince Arthur with wide eyes.
Arthur has had an eccentric personality since he was a child. When the royal children should learn riding skills, he would always refuse and be lazy for various reasons. Even he was awarded the title of knight or benefited from the prestige of the royal family. This has always been a joke in the Root Empire, but there are reasons why the Emperor and others condone it.
As Prince Arthur grew up, he even declared in public that "Only the most rude and barbaric people would be keen on charging at the enemy with ridiculous sticks."
This statement caused him a lot of trouble, but the Prince still went his own way
"Are you sure you want to participate?"
The Count repeated in disbelief.
Prince Arthur gave him a cold look and walked straight forward.
He threw away the crushed flower, and blood and rose juice dripped down his fingertips onto the stone slab, like all charming and vicious sins.
***
In the room, a quarrel did break out between the Queen and the General.
"You're about to make that guy kneel on the ground and kiss your pomegranate skirt!"
Dalton said angrily.
"What do you want to do? Control the Crown Prince of the Root Empire? Just like you control me?"
His iron-grey eyes were filled with anger. There is a backlog of thick clouds.
Prince Arthur's disdainful words still echoed in his ears.
"What do you expect, a commoner?"
A commoner.
These two words were like a lingering spell imprinted on him.
In the past, no matter how many military merits he achieved, he would be lightly assigned to those noble children who had never even been on the battlefield. But now, no matter how close he is to the Queen, there is an insurmountable gap between him.
He could hardly breathe when he stood at the door and watched the young Queen and Prince standing together in an intimate gesture.
Anger, unwillingness, and jealousy were biting at his heart like snakes, and his reason seemed to be burned away. He almost didn't want to care about the Alliance or Protestantism, he just wanted to pull out the gun and pull the trigger on Prince Arthur's disgusting pale face. Until the magazine is empty, until his face is bloody and bloody.
"What reason do you have to accuse me?"
Adele was irritated by his tone. She ripped off the bunch of roses on the table and threw them at Dalton.
"Isn't this what you want? This is not as you wish?"
Dalton remained motionless and allowed the flowers to fall on him, and the thorn of a rose scratched the corner of his eye crimson. He said coldly.
"Then, I didn't teach you how to seduce Crown Prince of Root." "
"So what?"
The Queen laughed angrily, stepped forward, and approached him.
"So what? If I don't do this, wait for the Yager Kingdom retreats, and the Root Empire to reach out to Roland? Or are we waiting for someone to resist the Root Empire's cavalry for me?" "
"Me!"
Dalton blurted out.
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