As rulers, whether they are King Ogu or the grand dukes of various principalities, they are usually ordinary people. He or they can neither issue fighting spirit slashes nor have the ability to condense magic power into the palms of their hands.
It's as if the Blessed Knight is powerful, but his singing voice may not be as good as that of the humblest bard. On the contrary, no matter how eloquent the jester is, he can't walk into the mage tower.
Not every professional will choose to join the legion, earn merits with his actions, and then die alone with scars all over his body after decades.
Because of this, in this world, we can always see leather merchants wearing chain mail, or mercenaries or imperial officials wearing mage robes.
Natasha was sitting on the balcony at this time. Although the afternoon sun tried hard to maintain the water temperature, it was still slowly cooling down. But instead, there was a drop of sweat rolling down from the end of her elbow.
Gudong! The sweat drops collided with the ground. Natasha felt that the whole world was instantly filled with ice water, and she was sinking at the moment.
I lost my sense of direction, my ability to speak, my hearing and all my sight. The makeup on my face slowly peeled off, and the saltiness of my tears was blocked by space.
As the financial officer of the Principality of Cisse, Natasha has a very bad image in the eyes of the world. Although she is born with a good skin, she often does things that harm the interests of the nobles.
If the wooden-legged Frey beside King Ogu is a poor harvester, then Sisenatasha is the nightmare of the nobles. At least half of the wealth in the Highgarden treasury comes from the "voluntary donations" of the big families. p>
This is partly due to her wisdom and skills, as well as her prominent status as a financial officer. But more importantly, it is the rumors that have always been heard.
Born into a marquis family, she entered the Duchy Douqi Academy at the age of ten and became an intermediate knight at the age of fourteen. At this time, Natasha was worthy of the word "genius", but she was always depressed.
As a descendant of a collateral line of the family, her fate has already been determined. However, this arrangement runs counter to her ideals, and can even be said to be completely opposite.
Natasha doesn't like the intrigues in the palace, but she is destined to enter it two years later. Natasha likes armor and swords, but they will become some kind of souvenirs soon.
"Are you Natasha? That powerful middle-level knight?" The voice rang in the ears, and a handsome young man blocked all the light.
"Get out of here if you don't want to die!" Natasha did not raise her head, always looking at the falling petals. She met him that year, but he looked helpless.
The smell of the blue sky is transparent in the air, like the sudden phoenix flower in the green grass. After blooming, it unintentionally lets go, slipping away all the warmth of the wedding month.
On a starless night, the scenery under the moon also looks lonely. It is like a stage play with a monochromatic background. A few clear words express the flying red leaves in a foreign land, filled with a romantic harmony like a golden plain.
Meeting a missed old time, but no longer obsessed with flowers blooming or dying. Natasha leaned on the other person's shoulder and slowly closed her eyes, and this person was none other than the current Grand Duke of Cisse, Grylls. The wish to enter the palace changed from infinite resistance to longing for my lover. But this feeling was shattered one day not long after.
The Highgarden was extremely noisy that day, and all the streets and alleys were covered with phoenix flowers. Grylls' wedding was successfully held, and Natasha changed from girlfriend to lover.
"I can't tolerate you cheating on me, even though I still love you deeply." Natasha drew out her rapier, but it was instantly knocked away by the mixed-blood orc guard standing next to her.
"First, Cisse needs my bones and blood to continue his descendants, please give me one year. Second, who allowed you to draw the sword!" Grylls, who had always been calm, turned around and glared at his guard, shouting with a twisted expression.
Tao.
"My current mood is like a broken seesaw, jumping non-stop. The phoenix flower is your favorite. Only in this way can I think of you."
Time passed day by day, and ten months later, the wife of Archduke Cisse died mysteriously. Five years passed like a fleeting cloud, and Natasha appeared at the imperial meeting.
There is a new kiss mark hidden in the high lace collar, and the hip bones that have not yet recovered are still aching. She likes royal meetings, or maybe she likes this kind of public dating with multiple people.
The doubts were buried by countless gold coins, and the heads of the radicals were hanging outside the city gate. While people admired Natasha, they did not dare to challenge the patience of Grand Duke Grylls.
Highgarden moves at an incredible speed, but Natasha's life seems extremely slow. What she looks forward to every day is not the gold coins filled with wooden boxes, but her own man.
But the smoke of the holy war came quietly, as if a stream of expenditure occupied all her time, and the limited alone time was blown away by the wind.
What is loneliness? Is it when no one talks to you? Is it when no one plays with you? Or is it those days when no one walks with you?
No, loneliness is the flickering candlelight in the dark night, emitting dim light, and then talking to oneself. Finally, the whole world becomes peaceful, and Natasha slowly closes her eyes, blocking the starlight and coldness.
Life is as bleak as a rooftop with a skylight facing north. But boredom is like an unknown jumping spider, spinning its web in every dark corner of her heart.
Both of them were very happy at the beginning, but after time and experience, problems will inevitably arise. It's not a money problem, it's just that they are tired and tired, and they don't feel it anymore. In short, there must be a problem.
The stars are beautiful because there is an invisible flower on one of them; the desert is beautiful because there is a spring hidden somewhere.
If you are still persisting, it means you are not desperate enough. Natasha's life has been changed by her family, tilted by Grylls, and worn away by the so-called years.
"Life is wonderful! People shouldn't be depressed!" Saying this is equivalent to saying to an asthma patient: "Why do you have trouble breathing? There is so much air around you!" If a needle doesn't prick you, you will never be able to breathe.
I know it hurts.
Natasha shed her tears and threw the sword into the Firefly Lake with her own hands. The Nightingale Grassland was particularly peaceful that night, and the light of fighting spirit finally bloomed alone.
"I'm not rich enough to love you the way I want you to be; I'm not poor enough to be loved by you the way you want me to be."
This was Natasha's last letter to her lover. The owl flew towards the Highgarden Palace, leaving neither the tail feathers that should appear in the novel nor any surprises.
The pale moonlight gradually cooled the world, and the shallow ruts continued to extend forward. From that day on, she became the real financial officer, the woman who controlled all the wealth of the Principality of Cisse.
Opening your eyes, the sun is still warm, and the noise in the aristocratic district has never stopped. The subordinates waiting outside are scratching their heads, but lunch time has only passed for a moment.
"Prepare the official documents that need to be processed in the afternoon. You can go back first." Natasha stood up slowly and ordered without doubt.
A moment later, a carriage drove towards the palace, blending in with the bustle of the High Court. The curtains fluttered slowly in the breeze, and the half cup of tea was still warm.