"Don't be so aggressive, Her Royal Highness the Queen. We are all loyal ministers of Kislev. I want to see this kingdom prosper, and I don't want to see this country sink in turmoil. From this starting point, we are unanimous.
We are the same kind of people.”
"We are not the same kind of people."
Dennis retorted.
"Whatever you think, there are some things that I won't be able to explain to you for a while. The rise and fall of this kingdom is between you and me."
Samuel said, taking a step closer, leaning on the desk in front of Dennis, staring at her with an extremely ambiguous look.
"Take a step to speak."
he said.
"Jenny is my personal guard, she is not an outsider."
Dennis ignored him.
The remaining light of the candle stretched Sam'il's figure and projected it on the wall, like a rickety giant.
For a long time, the Grand Duke stopped talking and made no sound. Finally, Dennis, who couldn't help but be silent, asked the guards around him to step aside. The female attendant wearing a sword glared at Samuel, who had a sly look on his face, and left without saying a word.
room.
"Now, you can say it."
Dennis spoke up.
"I have a suggestion. You and I can join forces to prosper this kingdom. Kislev needs truly capable rulers to stabilize it and make it prosperous."
"So, do you think this person should be you?"
Dennis was too lazy to listen to Samuel's nonsense and directly interrupted his hypocritical talk.
"No, no, no, it's us."
A ghostly smile appeared on the Grand Duke's face.
"us?"
Dennis was a little confused, but he immediately reacted the next moment...
snort……
She sneered contemptuously.
"Yes, you guessed it, didn't you? We join forces to manage this country together. I know that the affairs of Kislev are actually in your hands now. Businessmen and nobles are actually more favored.
For me, a marriage between you and me can stabilize Kislev for at least a hundred years. Of course, don’t get me wrong, it’s not a real marriage, it’s just on the surface. I have my little lover, you have your Boris, and we don’t interfere with each other.
, you only need to pretend to be husband and wife on formal occasions. Don’t worry, I will never interfere with your affair with Boris, nor will I reveal this secret. This is a deal..."
"Don't you feel ashamed? Duke Samuel? No matter how bad Pavel is, he is still your nephew. To stab your nephew's wife in the back and take him as his wife, I'm afraid only you can say this."
Dennis wanted to get angry, but when the words came to his lips, he just mocked without changing his expression.
But Samil didn't show any guilt for this. He just smiled, and smiled again...
"Don't refuse in a hurry. This is my kind intention. We can be allies, so why act like enemies? You have to know that although Pavel likes to pick flowers, he is still very concerned about his wife's chastity.
of."
Samuel's face turned gloomy.
"Are you threatening me?"
Dennis stared at him, feeling extremely painful in her heart. She knew that her control was in the hands of others, and she had to pay the price for her impulse. And this price was extremely heavy.
"No, how could I threaten my future wife?"
Samuel had a smile on his face, but Dennis wanted to slap him and freeze him into an ice sculpture.
"Shut your stinky mouth, you make me feel sick."
Dennis returned coldly, but her psychological defense was crumbling little by little. She didn't know how long she could hold on.
"So, don't you feel disgusted when you sleep with that boy?"
"That's enough! Get out!"
The cold frost had already penetrated into the Grand Duke's body. Samuel felt his body tremble and his lips turned purple.
"Okay, okay, I'll give you time to think about it." The Grand Duke stood up with difficulty, "But it won't be long." He said coldly before leaving, leaving Dennis alone in the empty room.
sad.
…
Pavel sat on an ivory chair inlaid with rubies, watching the dance in front of him with great interest. Slender dancers and court ladies danced on the red carpet, and the sound of singing, dancing, laughter, and playful teasing filled the whole house.
Main hall.
This was originally the place where he worked and handled official business, but now it has been transformed into a back garden-like existence. He occasionally reads official documents but is listless. Compared to those boring official documents, Pavel prefers sensational poetry. The most beautiful things in the world are not
More than the love between men and women. This is Pavel's famous saying... although it has never spread out of this palace. Because the voice was strangled when it reached Queen Denis. It was crazy talk. This was Queen Denis's words to Tsar Pavel.
Comment. Again, these words never reached Pavel's ears.
At the dance, all kinds of delicacies were served one after another. However, compared to the dancers and the delicacies, Pavel admired tonight's guest - Villanelle. Since the first time he saw this girl, Pavel felt itchy.
.It’s just that Dennis was more attracted to him at that time. But now, after having been married for several years, he is no longer interested in the person he sleeps with. Villanelle, who often haunts the court and is intimate with Dennis, has become
Pavel thinks about this delicious food day and night.
He looked at her, her profile, and her body. He looked at it obsessively, with desire burning deep in his heart. And tonight's dance was actually prepared for her.
"Serve Miss Villanelle a drink."
Pavel snapped his fingers, and the servant beside him quickly refilled Villanelle's drink. It was a high-concentration vodka produced in the north. Even some men were drunk, let alone a little woman like Villanelle.
However, the Tsar's kindness was difficult to refuse, and Villanelle could not refuse. She asked someone to notify Denis to come to her rescue, but the female family members did not return.
The cheerful music of the dance continued, but Villanelle felt a little groggy. She felt dizzy, the vodka had taken over, and her vision was blurry. And her body felt even hotter and restless. She tried to use magic
Let yourself calm down, but unfortunately your body doesn't obey its orders at all in this state.
Isn’t that right? Ordinary drinks won’t make you so weak. Could it be that someone had tampered with the wine? Villanelle seemed to realize something. But it was too late. At the last glance, she just felt like the world was spinning. Tsar Pavel