My Lady Queen

"No need, the ceremony will continue as usual. Anyway, I didn't have any hope for this princess from the beginning. After we get married, the relationship between the Northland and the Principality will be greatly strengthened, and this is the most important thing."

"But……"

The vice-captain wanted to say something else.

"Nothing but, do as I say!"

"Yes, Your Royal Highness."

The vice-captain left alone to arrange related matters, while Faustalo turned his eyes to the long brass barrel again.

Only this time, even he himself couldn't tell where he was looking and what he saw.

"Damn!"

After a while, the prince spat out two words bitterly.

……

"Ah!"

Wishing sneezed, then picked a grape from the silver plate on the table and threw it into his mouth, looked at Ophelia who was sitting in a daze in front of the dressing table and asked: "I said you are a princess Why don't you even have any decent jewelry?"

"Hmph, those useless things are toys for ordinary girls. For our northern girls, the best jewelry is her dagger."

As Ophelia said, she reached out and groped her thighs under the skirt for a while, then pulled out a sharp dagger the size of a palm, and played with it in her hand.

Wishing his hips to cool down, he began to feel sad for the poor prince, after all, a man would not think that on the wedding night, the bride would suddenly pull out a dagger.

In this way, he may be doing the prince a favor by doing so.

"I hope there is more than one prince in the royal family." Wishing sighed.

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Wishing hurriedly covered it up, "Your fiancé wants to treat you to dinner tonight, and I won't go then, you arrange someone to get me a roast suckling pig, and I'll just deal with it casually. "

Ophelia turned her head with an angry face, stared at her and made a wish: "Who said he is my fiancé, we are not engaged yet! Besides, even if we are engaged, we may not be married, and we may not be married if we are married." Divorce."

"You really think far enough." Wishing to reply leisurely eating grapes.

Just now, he had a big talk with the princess about what is called "free love", which immediately aroused great interest from Ophelia, who kept asking her questions.

But the problem is that I wish that I am still a single dog with more than 20 years of dog age. How to say this question clearly.

"No, you must accompany me."

"Why, didn't I ask for a beating when I went there? Only fools went there!"

Ophelia is not an ordinary country girl, seeing Wish's expression of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, she knows that he has made up his mind.

So, she took out a small bottle of nail polish and slowly applied it: "Alright, then I will say, I am pregnant and the child is yours, and the wedding will have to be postponed for at least one year."

"Hey, do you think it's appropriate for me to wear this dress to a banquet?" Xu Zhi completely forgot what he had just said.

……

Time passed quickly, and it was already dark in a blink of an eye. Candles and ribbons were lit everywhere in the newly decorated Eagle Castle, and the attendants and servants began to get busy, making the final preparations for the dinner.

This dinner is not an engagement ceremony, it can only be regarded as a welcome event for Her Royal Highness. Logically speaking, members of the royal family should attend, but this time the Northland only sent a very old relative besides Ophelia. , that is, the person with the very low voice, acts as the general manager.

So, out of consideration for reciprocal reception, only Faustalo attended among the royal family.

It seems that there are still many inside stories between the Northland and the Principality that are not humane.

The wishing clothes are specially made, and they look like a brightly colored pheasant, with a white accordion-like collar around the neck, and a pair of white stockings tightly wrapped around the legs.

"I seriously doubt that they regard me as a clown." Wishing complained uncomfortably.

Ophelia was also dawdling to ask the maid to turn her head: "Who says it's not."

Her dress was sent over by the royal family in the name of the prince. A set weighed more than 20 kilograms. After wearing it, her defense was almost as good as a piece of light armor.

But no matter how much it was delayed, what was supposed to come was coming. At around [-] o'clock in the evening, Wishing, Ophelia, the elder steward, and the captain of the Northern Wolf Rider came to the banquet hall together.

The banquet hall was brightly lit, silver tableware was neatly placed on the long table more than five meters long, and there was a huge round chandelier above the head, with fifty or sixty candles lit on top of each other. The decorations and decorations are also extremely luxurious, showing the dignity of the royal family everywhere.

But Ophelia is obviously not used to this extravagant style. The barrenness of the Northland is notorious throughout the Principality, and most of the resources are invested in preparing for the war.

After everyone was seated, Faustalo did not appear, but some dignitaries from Eagle Fort and some nobles who were close to the third prince were chatting without embarrassment.

Ophelia was a little displeased immediately, and she tilted her body and complained to Wishing, who was sitting beside her: "You see, this fat man is so unpunctual, it looks like he has no education, I hate him to death."

"Shh!"

Make a wish and quickly silence her. Although she is sitting at the end of the long table, there are still princes on the left and right, and they can clearly hear Ophelia's words.

Everyone waited for a while, and when they were making a wish and getting a little impatient, the attendant standing at the door suddenly shook a bell in his hand.

Then, the main entrance of the banquet hall opened, and 4 people walked in first.

Walking in the center was a tall and burly young man.

He has short black hair and is wearing a white dress with exquisite patterns embroidered with gold thread. On his chest is the pattern of bow and arrow that Wish has seen once on the banner of the city wall.

On his waist was a long sword inlaid with various gemstones, and his eyes swept across the banquet hall. Except for Wishing and Ophelia, everyone stood up quickly.

"Is this the stupid fat guy you mentioned? I don't think so. He's just a little bit inferior to me."

Wishing whispered in Ophelia's ear.

The person who came was the third prince of the Principality of Nagar - Faustalo.

He had already seen Wishing and Ophelia's intimacy, but his face was as usual, without any expression, he went straight to the main seat, pressed his hand, and sat down with everyone.

When Faustaro first came in, Ophelia's eyes were obviously brightened, and her understanding of Faustaro was limited to some rumors and legends in the Northland.

In these rumors, almost all the children of the nobles are rich and poor. They usually lead their subordinates to rob civilian girls and be grooms every night is their main job. That's why Ophelia preconceived that the third prince is the same goods.