RLAQ -Chapter 11 < Prince Arthur >
Refusing Love As A Queen
The meeting place was at a Royal estate on the banks of the White River.
If Emperor Root came in person, then Roland's welcoming team should have arrived at the city gate. But it was only his younger brother who came, so the location was changed to the manor of the royal family of Roland. However, in order to show respect for Prince Arthur, and her future allies, Roland set up a colorful tent on the lawn by the White River.
The flags of the royal family and the nobility fluttered in the wind on the slopes. Roses planted in stone pots were placed on both sides of the road. The orchestra had begun to play, and the elegant melody fluttered along with the sound of horse hooves.
When Prince Arthur got out of the carriage, he saw the other party standing in front of the splendid tent, and he didn't intend to step forward.
"You need to see the Queen."
The accompanying officer reminded softly.
"Okay, okay."
Prince Arthur complained a few words, raised his hand and tugged on his lapel covered with delicate lace, deliberately looking bohemian, and then walked forward alone.
The Roland people used roses in stone basins to lay out a path to the Queen. Prince Arthur broke a rose and held it casually in his hand. Holding the rose, he walked along the road of roses, and at the same time raised his head to look at his future sister-in-law. She wasn't too unsightly. Otherwise, he would really have to take pity on his dear brother.
The moment he raised his eyes, Prince Arthur suddenly felt that the world stood still.
At the end, among all the well-dressed people, stood the most dazzling and slim one. She stands with the backlight, and the midsummer sun outlines the radiance of an angel of judgment around her. Her silver hair was blown by the wind, and the tips of her hair reflected the blurred light. The red skirt was her battle robe. She looked down at all living beings from the end of the world, and all living beings abandoned their armor in front of her.
A very strong premonition enveloped him.
Artists are often clouded by this premonition. Before the muse descends, their heart beats faster, their blood rushes, and they find it hard to be themselves. Prince Arthur hangs out with artists as a disguise, but also because he is one of those madmen.
That figure, the proud figure made by God...
He forgot everything, held the rose, and moved forward step by step. In his ears, he heard his heartbeat beating louder and louder, and he heard the blood rushing in his blood vessels.
As the distance got closer, Queen Roland's face became clearer and clearer.
The scent of roses in the air became particularly strong, and every step he took seemed like he was stepping into a dream. In the shadow of the backlight and the brilliance of the gems, her cheekbones, sharp long eyebrows, beautiful eyes... All the lines merged to form a painting that transcends reality and dreams.
When Prince Arthur came back to his senses, he had already stood in front of the Queen for a while.
There was low laughter from all around, Roland's people mocked the performance of Prince Root's loss of soul, and at the same time felt extremely proud of it.
Adele Roland's beauty has always made the Empire proud, and they can arrogantly declare that "except for Roland, there is no other such beautiful rose."
There was an abnormal flush on Prince Arthur's face, and he stood in front of the Queen, just like all young hairy boys. Amid low laughter, the Queen held out her hand, and Prince Arthur knelt down on one knee, placing a soft kiss on her white glove.
"This is dedicated to you."
Prince Arthur put the rose into the Queen's hand. His cheeks were thin, and the flush that appeared when he was emotional inevitably gave him a sense of neurotic fanaticism.
"Please forgive my negligence. I am willing to find the best gems and create a rose worthy of you."
The Queen picked up the rose, put it under her nose, and smelled it gently, then smiled sweetly.
"Thank you for your kindness."
The vague sense of madness in Prince Arthur's blue eyes became more and more intense. He looked at the Queen as if he were looking at a perfect artistic statue.
***
After the Queen and the Prince met, they were quickly ushered into the royal tent. Although the alliance had been determined long ago, according to traditional etiquette, Prince Arthur still has to represent his brother to launch a series of superficial pursuits with the Queen.
At the banquet, Prince Arthur sat next to Adele. Adele leaned on the armrest of the throne, half-supported her chin, and smiled while listening to him tell anecdotes about the Root Empire.
She listened with special concentration. After all, although the Root Empire is an ally at the moment, it may become an enemy one day, and there is never enough understanding of the enemy.
On the other hand, Adele did care a little about the young Prince in front of her.
Arthur Leicester.
The century-old history she obtained when she was reborn mainly focused on Roland, but also involved some information about the Root Empire. Among them, there is something about Prince Arthur.
The Leicester family has a long tradition of incestuous marriage, and Prince Arthur is one of the tragedies of this abnormal marriage.
He has a family hereditary mental illness, but he has tried his best to hide it. Later, the Prince did more and more outrageous things and was even called the "Prince of Sin" at one time.
However, the Prince with a bad reputation has the temperament of a bard, and his stories are romantic and vivid.
Seeing his performance, the other accompanying envoys of the Root Empire couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. However, what made them a little anxious was that Prince Arthur's conversation deviated from the topic, and he didn't mention anything about his brother at all.
Most of the messengers blamed this on the Prince being too young and negligent.
Only Prince Arthur's confidants looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling that something was vaguely wrong. They knew very well.
I that their master was... a... alas!
God forbid there will be no terrible scandal.
"I bet he was smitten with her.."
Dalton was also on the team welcoming the Ambassador of the Root. This marriage-based alliance was brokered by him. But at this moment, he was sitting in his seat, his face as sinking as water.
"...What a noble combination."
Someone whispered praise. The status, power, and glory brought by the bloodline can often surpass many things.
Dalton had long known this, but after hearing too many rumors about him and the Queen, he couldn't tell whether he had ever had such unreal extravagant hopes in his heart. Sitting in the royal tent at this moment, listening to the praises, Dalton couldn't help feeling regretful.
He held the wine glass, and the light and shadow cast under his high and thin cheekbones. The undulation of bones and muscles made his expression more ruthless.
Inadvertently, Prince Arthur next to the first seat glanced at him.
The richly dressed, golden-haired young Root dynast raised his glass to him, and Dalton didn't miss the malice that flicked across his lips.
Root's bat cub.
This thought flashed through his mind, and Dalton returned his glass expressionlessly.
Adele took this brief confrontation into perspective. She held a round fan made of white peacock feathers in her hand, and occasionally used it to half-cover her face when talking with the Prince. She is particularly good at switching between the Queen and the woman, sometimes majestic, and sometimes showing the shyness of a woman who is about to enter the palace of marriage.
"My honorable Goddess, who is he?"
Prince Arthur asked in a low voice, he deliberately leaned closer to the Queen, with an ambiguous and intimate look.
"He..."
The smile on Adele's face disappeared in an instant, but she quickly raised her fan to cover up her unnatural expression,
"He is Robert Dalton, my marshal, a very outstanding general."
"I heard that it was he who put down the rebellion for you."
"It was thanks to his contribution."
Adele said lightly, and then changed the topic,
"I also heard that your brother is young and promising, but you know that marriage is not a child's play, so although everyone praises his virtues to me, I can't help but feel worried."
When she mentioned King Root, although Prince Arthur was still with a smile on his face, the color of his eyes seemed to have deepened a lot in an instant and suddenly changed from the sky to the deep sea for a moment.
Adele acted as if she hadn't noticed the change in him.
"However, after meeting you, I feel relieved... After all, he has a brother as eye-catching as you."
Prince Arthur blinked, showing a brilliant-looking smile.
"I can't wait to paint you," he said.
***
The night after the banquet, the Root embassy.
"Your Highness, I think you should..."
The clerk accompanying the negotiation chased Prince Arthur through the long corridor with a bitter expression.
"I have obtained a lot of information these days, I think Adele..."
"Stop."
Arthur stopped suddenly and turned around. In the shadow of the colonnade, his face showed a terrifying look that was completely different from that of the day, and those eyes, which the ladies called 'the sky after the rain", were like a sea with violent storms. His pale skin showed a sickly shadow, and his hand was already pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
"Who allowed you to call her by her name directly?"
Prince Arthur asked coldly. The clerk was so frightened that he took a step back and broke out in a cold sweat. He had no doubt that Prince Arthur might stab him with a sword at any time.
Because, Prince Arthur, he is a madman!
In his palace, artists from all over the world gathered, as well as assassins and poison masters. Privately, the clerk felt that Prince Arthur was like a bat in a dark lair, taking pleasure in chaos.
"Her Majesty the Queen has unbearable rumors with Dalton and Heinrich, and her loyalty and purity have yet to be verified. Such a woman is not a good choice. And...and she will be your brother's wife."
"Companion with notoriety... God, she is even more beautiful."
Prince Arthur sighed like a poet and sent a sword into the clerk's heart like lightning,
"I don't need you to remind me of the difference between me and my brother."
The clerk fell to the ground. Prince Arthur stepped directly over the corpse. His thoughts had already flowed to the matter of painting for the Queen, countless compositions flashed through his mind, and then he denied them one by one. He has a steady stream of inspiration, and every painting is a masterpiece, but he always feels that something is missing.
Her beauty should be better expressed... better... more perfect...
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