It's really cute - because you can't link externally with the photo album?

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Rosalia was helped up by the mothers. Wilderger's technique was clever. Her body had no obvious wounds and would not leave terrible bruises... Although she was in a very painful place on every part of her body, she couldn't say anything except to continue vomiting and moaning loudly.

The princess's beautiful face was covered with mud, tears mixed with other secretions, and the miserable sight was seen - in the blurry sight, she saw the two royal staff saluting indifferently to them and then walked past without any reason, and did not see the chaos and embarrassment - these staff members who could appear in this place and time were different from ordinary employees in a sense, in a sense, they were no different from the court maids of the Middle Ages, but they had changed their names - what needs to be explained here is that the court maids were an ancient and noble profession that Sardinian nobles were deeply proud of.

They must have flawless education, proficiency in dressing, good at dealing with people of all kinds, and are well versed in advance and retreat etiquette. Women who are not from famous families cannot take on this job.

In a sense, they are the eyes and words of their fathers and brothers, and they are also their banners. Their attitudes often represent the position of the family. It is obvious that although they still maintain the respect they deserve, they are definitely unwilling to give any care and tips beyond their responsibilities.

The crown prince, who had always at least had superficial politeness and peace, would indulge his foster brothers to do such cruel and violent things. It was a big surprise to the nanny and the Templars. In the end, he calmed down on his foster brothers and gave a brief apology and was very sincere.

Alex's thin and tall body quickly disappeared into the Rose corridor surrounding the main tower. There were so many people who saw it all, but no one came to pity and praise her courage and steadfast, just as no one went to angry and condemn and punish the arrogant evil person-even the nanny and knights around her.

The last ray of light brought by dusk disappeared like the last ray of hope in Rosalia's heart.

****

"I only have one problem," Alex said.

"What's the matter? Alex. Tell me." Her Majesty smiled and laughed at the little episode before dinner. Well, maybe a little cruel. But I hope that through this little torture, the last generation of Carlos could make the mind more rational in the mind - at least not do such things that are unimaginable as being born in His Royal Highness the Princess: "What do you want to know?"

There are several thick folders placed between them. The contents of the contents are not some official annual reports, and the information or situations are always the understanding and understanding of reality or future politics, economy, and society. Some even criticize current policies, measures, systems and other local government documents or formal consultation documents on an important policy or issue... From the alien plane, the undead have found the tricks - carefully looking back at the documents you have seen before, you can always find a solution from them. What's more, Her Majesty the Queen is just to make him familiar with it. No decision is needed.

"How did Rosalia know about this?"

He entered the monastery in his twenties. He probably never left the monastery within a square kilometer. And even more miserable. For hundreds of years, his ancestors have never tried to reach deep into the outside world or allow the outside world to penetrate. The conspiracy of the Templars is denser than dust. Lies are more abundant than air. The dark rules and conventions are more omnipresent than shadows. They can survive like fish in water in the palace - let alone have their own eyes. Whether they know about this, royal counselors or maids will not take the initiative to contact their ordinary employees, they will not know about it at all. It was originally an obscure Latin letter written on the spot.

So, the only thing that someone might have told Rosalia about this matter…but if Her Majesty the Queen failed to avoid this matter… This is a joke that is more ridiculous than Alex’s departure from the state religion. Still the Covenant Church and Rosalia swear to be a husband and wife in front of the saints.

It’s not that you can’t, but that you don’t want to.

The Queen pondered for a while and she was not willing to let her children get away from each other again. She nodded to Mrs. Longbal, who stood up knowingly and turned to another room when she came back with a parchment box and took out several documents from this exquisite patterned box and sent it to Her Majesty the Queen.

"Okay, Alex, I think this will give you an answer." Her Majesty the Queen said tolerantly: "But..." Her smile suddenly made the undead feel a little familiar: "I think there are some things you should understand Alexander. ()"

The changed title brings something that belongs only to the queen. Alex lowered his head and opened the document. The ordinary black and white texts on the white background do not indicate "dangerous" and "confidential" but these documents need to be treated more carefully than the things represented by the first two. It is almost on the edge of the cliff. The king's rights are here to maximize the reflection of what is inside and how it can be obtained. Once it is revealed, it is not only the queen, but also the entire Sardinian royal family will be exiled by the people. This has nothing to do with good and evil, but just an instinctive jealousy and fear of power by humans.

...For a long time, there was only the sound of flipping paper in the room.

Alex's reading rate has always been fast, but this time it is very slow because he still has to think about it when ingesting materials.

It was time for dinner Alex finally finished reading the last page.

"I think you'd like to have dinner with me?" Her Majesty the Queen stood up: "Today there is traditional butter pudding, raspberry ice cream and deer loin with potato cakes, grilled rhizomes, cabbage and gravy." Her palm pressed on Alex's head and rubbed gently

Although the head looks very hard, it feels comfortable to touch

The voice of this human woman seemed to be the same as usual, but the undead could feel the trembling of her fingers - she was still afraid of being disgusted by her children, but even so, what she was sure of as a queen was not allowed to change... Alex was finally able to remember that familiar feeling came from where - although his semi-lich tutor, although he knew from the book and the memory of the undead's brain, he could know that he was "pornished" at some moments, but the tutor would use the pain that could never be forgotten even after a thousand years to remind himself not to deviate from the rules - the bottom line of a strong man cannot be distorted and touched and tempted.

"It won't hurt the Surrey family." The queen said softly and stroked Alex's ears. "I promise."

Alex looked up at the silvery woman who was only in her fifties and shouldn't have shown signs of aging so early.

"Hmm." Alex nodded and put the file back on the desktop, Mrs. Langbar immediately put it away.

The undead stood up and pressed his hand on his arm. The keen touch told him how Sardinian's most noble woman relaxed her tight muscles little by little... His understanding of the human world is still in the brain and books, and he can at least know that for a son and brother he has no right to condemn the Queen's decision or the power of Waisalieri... This is nothing to be a complete humiliation for both.

Perhaps all he had to do was to watch silently—as they spread their wings to protect themselves.

****

The person who was urgently summoned: After leaving, Rosalia immediately jumped up from the living room chair in the suite and ran back to her room, saying, "I want to stay alone for a while." She almost fell to the face of the mother who followed her, and the Templars stopped outside the princess' suite - they had their own residence, although the distance was not very far.

The two nannies looked at the closed door and sighed, and they drew a cross at the same time. One of them was older and said, "I should whip myself because I was actually angry." The other expressed their humility and agreed and thought that she needed to do this, but she thought she should pray before the meal, otherwise she would not be able to catch up with the dinner. No matter how it was said, the sages were not happy with, and they also had the tasks assigned by the sages.

The king's attitude towards Rosalia was actually not as mean and ruthless as she imagined. The suite prepared for Rosalia would always come with a small prayer room. There was not much decoration inside. In addition to exquisite shrines and holy images, a medieval chandeliers were fixed on the brown and golden ceiling. The lamp tubes were replaced with soft artificial sunlight. There was only a very high round window. The floor was inlaid with colorful glass. The floor was a hardwood parquet floor. The best place was that as long as the door was closed (not locked), no sound could be heard outside. Usually, the nannies would leave gaps in the door in case Rosalia had something to do. But today, one of them closed the door and probably wanted to pray well in a quiet environment to atone for the part of the human beings in their body.

Rosaya wanted to cry but applied the ointment and became a little tight. The skin reminded her that it was just a small scratch. The doctor with a strong sense of humor actually lamented that the Templars forced him to kidnap him quickly enough, otherwise... He said slowly after everyone was worried: "If theirs was not so fast... I think your injury would have been healed before I arrived..."

This shameless quack doctor!——(No matter how skilled the Princess is, no matter how skilled the medical skills of the Living Princess, he cannot tell the hands and feet of a former Western Sardinian thug now...)

Rosalia wanted to scream and curse, but everything ended in the intermittent pain - the most terrible pain was here. The not-so-strong pain would suddenly disappear, as if she was blindfolded and beaten up randomly - she barely moved to the dressing table in the gap where the pain disappeared, and she pulled open all the drawers and searched, as well as bedding, nightstand chair cushions and even under the carpet... She wanted to find the sedative that could solve all her troubles and let her come to heaven - Anto always had a way to deliver the medicine to her.

Another wave of unpredictable pain attacked her. Her limbs seemed to be torn.

A pair of powerful hands grabbed her from the ground and tried to get her to the couch. Rosalia, in pain, bit the hand as quickly as a crocodile when she felt someone trying to open her mouth - she was just to divert her pain, but the other party was obviously not feeling well. After a vague curse, the hand stretched out her mouth harder and poured in from the gap with a special fragrance.

Rosalia expected that the sedatives provided by Anto did have the magic to relieve pain and her teeth quickly loosened.

If you are reborn.

The blue eyes opened again what was in sight from blur to clear. She recognized that the young man half-kneeled by the couch was Anto. Rosalia breathed a sigh of relief. He frowned and probably was worried about her.

The princess pursed her lips and pressed her throat to try to make her numb vocal cords no longer so dull even if she rushed out of her lips in this way, the airflow was low and light, almost inaudible.

"Take me away." She said firmly: "Take me away Anto and let me be your wife."

***((To be continued)
Chapter completed!