Eagle's Glory

"It's all up to you." Aigron shrugged.

Then, the two hugged each other intimately and took a bath for a while, then stood up together, got dressed, and returned to the bedroom.

As soon as she came back, Teresa took out a pen and paper and began to conceive a letter to Luisa. While thinking, she wrote a draft on the paper, underlined, or added or deleted a few sentences from time to time.

Aegron sat next to her, watching Teresa frowning and thinking, this was the first time he had experienced this.

Because Teresa had just taken a bath, Teresa's hair was still quite wet, exuding a subtle fragrance, which made him feel even more lovely.

Teresa's attention was already fully focused on the letter. She wrote line by line, her delicate handwriting gradually spreading out on the letter paper. Not long after, she finally completed the initial draft.

Then, she looked up at the young man and handed over the letter.

"My draft has been written, Your Highness, please see if there is any problem."

Aigron took it and browsed it hastily.

Teresa's words are very respectful, as if treating her own mother; in the letter, she first greeted Louisa's current family, and then made a request. At the end of the letter, she also mentioned If all goes well, I and His Highness plan to get married in Greece, and invite her and Earl Nepeg to attend—if the couple cannot attend due to various considerations, they can also send an important representative to give blessings on behalf of their mother. Would be very grateful for this.

Although Aigron felt that there was no need to be so respectful to Louisa, since Teresa was willing to use such an attitude, he had nothing to say, and he didn't want to spoil the fun.

"I have no problem," he replied.

"Then Your Highness, you can write your part—" Teresa handed over the pen again.

Although Aigron was upset, he obediently picked up his pen and began to write.

After all, he is a person who has written scripts, so the diction is not difficult for him, so he wrote it quickly.

"Dear mother:

Sorry, after parting with you, I caused you and the empire to fall into consternation and anger in such an exaggerated way.

But I did this not out of hatred for anyone, but because I was convinced that fate had placed too many obligations on me, and I couldn't bear to be forgotten by the world like an idler of no importance, by those who Abandoned by those who once shouted long live to me.

So, I took my life as a bet to take part in a long and dangerous journey.

What a pity, though you have endowed me with Habsburg blood, I am still a Bonaparte, the Bonaparte family has the blood of such a gambler, and that man was in a desperate situation with eight hundred guards Embarked on a journey of little chance, I had to fight an equally miserable struggle, for nothing but to prove that what I had endured was worthwhile.

I regret very much the rift that fate has created between us, and I am willing to work hard to overcome it.It is true that I am not a filial son, nor a obedient subject of the empire, but I am still full of affection for you and the empire. I wish you all the best in the future, my mother.Please rest assured that after all this, I still respect you now.

Finally, I always remember the promise I made to you when we met last time—please rest assured, this promise has always been in my heart and will never be forgotten.If fate abandons me again, then I have nothing to say, but if fate takes pity on me this time and allows me to achieve great things in the end, then I will treat your children with the proper attitude.

God sees, whether there is a place for them elsewhere, at least they must have a place with me.

Now that I have come here, I have no way out, I can only move forward... Fortunately, Teresa is by my side, which gives me so much courage.I take the liberty to ask you to give me some blessings, which may give me a little more warmth in the stormy sea.

Always be your son's François. "

Under Teresa's watchful eye, Egron wrote this short letter with a penny.

"Your Highness, the writing is quite good." Teresa commented after reading it, "It is both tender and dignified. I think she will be moved as a mother."

"I hope so." Eggron replied with a wry smile. "I don't have any expectations for this. For me, it doesn't matter if she continues to ignore it. I don't care. It would be a surprise if she is willing to lend a helping hand."

"I will get things done, Your Highness." Teresa was full of confidence.

"It's great to have you by my side." Aigron gently hugged the girl.

Next, Teresa picked up the pen and paper again, ready to polish her draft, and Aigron didn't want to disturb her anymore, and walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs.

And just as he walked downstairs, his captain of the guard Andre Davout walked in front of him, and then saluted him with joy.

"Andre, what happened?" Aigron asked him with a doubtful smile. "It looks like there's some good news?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I have some good news for you." André Davout replied immediately.

"Monsieur Edgar de Treville, son of the Marquis de Treville, has come to join you."　　

125, Edgar's plan

"Monsieur Edgar de Treville, son of the Marquis de Treville, has come to join you."

André Davout had an unconcealable joy in his respectful expression.

"I just heard the news from the guards, so I came over to tell you immediately—he is outside the hotel gate now, do you want to meet him immediately?"

The Marquis of Treville was born in a famous family and has always been loyal to Emperor Napoleon. Even in such a difficult situation, he did not change his position. He admired this very much.

What's more, this time he was only able to rush all the way to His Majesty's side to serve His Majesty through the introduction of the Marquis.

So he is also full of affection for Edgar-de-Tréville-he can understand the difficulties of the Marquis of Treville who cannot come to serve because of his special status, and the Marquis sent his only son to accompany His Majesty on the adventure, This is enough to prove his loyalty.

He also feels sincere joy that His Majesty has such loyal followers by his side.

Compared with André Davout's happy face, Aigron's reaction was much more complicated.

When he was hiding in a small Swiss farm, he met Edgar and spent some time with him. Generally speaking, Aigron did not have much dislike for Edgar. Edgar's easy-going humor and artistic talent It all made him feel very good.

However, he could also tell that Edgar had spent too long in Paris' romantic scene, and had already been deeply tainted with the frivolous and slutty son-in-law's habit. , he is definitely not a warrior who is willing to charge for himself at any time.

However, this is not to say that his arrival is only a side effect - the Treville family is famous, and since he came, it also proves that his prestige is enough to make such a famous family loyal to him.

Aigron quickly turned these thoughts in his mind and put them in his heart.

"This is indeed good news, Andre." He smiled gently, "Go and call him over, I'll wait for him on the balcony."

"Okay, Your Majesty!" André Davout stood at attention, and then took the order to leave.

He walked out of the lobby of the hotel, and walked all the way to the door of the hotel.

Sure enough, there was a large carriage outside the gate, with several guards surrounding the carriage, and a young man with blond hair was standing at the carriage door, as if he was explaining something to them.

He immediately recognized that this was indeed Edgar de Treville-although he did not know him well, he had met him a few times because he was a Bonapartist.

So, he quickened his pace and walked over.

Because he was the captain of the guard, none of the guards dared to stop him, so they immediately made way for him.

"Edgar!" Andre Davout stood in front of Edgar, shouted his name loudly, then grabbed his shoulder and shook it. "I didn't expect you to come here!"

"Andre, long time no see." Edgar was a little surprised by his appearance at first, but soon laughed, and also grabbed Andre's shoulder, "I'm a step behind you, I'm so sorry .”

"At least you have caught up with the good times. His Majesty just needs everyone's help." Andre replied, "By the way, after I left Paris, how is the Marquis? Are you in good health?"

"My father is in good health, and he is in high spirits because of His Majesty's expedition." Edgar still smiled, "He just hates that he can't come in person, and he has failed His Majesty's trust in him."

"It doesn't matter, we can all understand his difficulties, and no one will blame him." Andre Davout shook his head, "And you are here now? The Treville family was not absent during His Majesty's expedition , this is great!"

"It seems that you are reused by His Majesty now?" Edgar asked again, "These guards respect you very much."

"Thanks to His Majesty's trust, I was appointed by him as the captain of the bodyguard, responsible for protecting his safety." Andre replied slightly embarrassed, "Although my ability is limited, I will do my best to fulfill this duty."

"That's amazing! Congratulations!" Edgar smiled and patted the other person's shoulder again, "I believe you are competent enough."

While maintaining a friendly smile on his face, he secretly made up his mind to build a good relationship with Andre, who was very favored in front of young people.

"Okay, let's go in together." After exchanging pleasantries, Andre got to the point, "Your Majesty has just heard my report, and he is very happy... He immediately agreed to see you, now please come with me. , let's not keep him waiting."

"En." Edgar immediately nodded in response, and then, to Andre's surprise, he didn't move immediately, but looked back at the carriage again.

"Okay, Agnes, come down! We can go in!"

Agnes!The name made Andre feel struck by lightning.

Then, under his dumbfounded gaze, the door of the carriage opened again, and a pair of small orange leather shoes with floral decorations appeared in his sight. In the shaking, the white silk socks flashed by.

Soon, a young girl stepped down from the carriage.

Her golden-brown hair was tied in a bun and hung behind her head. She held a parasol in her fair hand, and her agile eyes looked left and right, looking at the surrounding environment.

The pretty face and the gentle and stretching movements made her full of girlish charm.

André Davout was dumbfounded—but not so much because of her beauty and charm as because...he knew the girl.

It really is that Agnes...

"This...what's going on?" He managed to come back to his senses and asked Edgar dryly.

"This is Agnes, my wife's younger sister. She escorted me along the way." Edgar explained to him with a smile, "Don't look at her timid appearance, she is very skilled..."

Yes, it's amazing!André Davout answered inwardly.

He has really suffered.

"Then...then what should I do with her?" He asked again.

"If possible, let her stay here for a while." Edgar replied immediately, "My wife asked her to stay here for a while to protect me, and I think that when His Majesty is employing someone, maybe she will I can help..."

"That's right." Andre nodded.

He has regained his composure, and the thought power that had just been interrupted has been reconnected, "How about this, I will take you to see His Majesty first, she will find a room in the hotel to rest, what do you think?"

"That would be the best." Edgar secretly rejoiced. As expected, getting to know people is easy to do. Agnes was brought to His Majesty so easily by him——with the first step, the next step will be easy. up.

The most important task entrusted to him by his father is this one, and he has also seen it himself. He can't charge forward and can't manage the country and manage money. If he wants to have a place in His Majesty's heart, the most convenient thing is nepotism--besides , a nobleman like His Majesty does not disgrace Agnes.

While he was secretly delighted, Andre Davout walked in front of Agnes.

"Miss Agnes, do you remember me?" He looked at the girl and asked nervously.

Agnes frowned slightly, thought for a while, but quickly gave up. "Who are you? Have we met before? When?"

She doesn't remember me anymore... André Davout felt mixed feelings.

Only then did he realize that for himself, the experience of the fiasco was so unforgettable that he dared not see others; but for this girl, he was just an ordinary, unknown defeater.

There were so many such losers, she didn't even bother to spend a little effort to remember them.

Thinking of this, he felt an indescribable discomfort.

However, he thought about it again, this is good, at least his painful humiliation will not be mentioned by others.

Now, I already have a more important goal in life, let's put aside those brave experiences and the shame of defeat.

After a moment of silence, he bowed to pay tribute to the girl.

"It's nothing. I met you at an event before and exchanged some pleasantries. It's normal if you don't remember, but... I admire your demeanor very much. You are the pride of all of us."

"You...you're talking too much..." Agnes was a little at a loss when she was praised so much the moment they met, and she smiled embarrassedly, "By the way, what's your name?"

"André Davout." André replied in a low voice, and then immediately made a gesture, "Okay, please come in with me, both of you."

Soon, he walked into the hotel with Edgar and Agnes.

He arranged for the hotel maid to place Agnes in a room, and then took Edgar straight to the rooftop on the top floor to meet His Majesty.

The two of them chatted while walking, recalling interesting things in Paris.

When he was about to reach the top floor, Andre suddenly remembered something, so he stopped. "Edgar, there is something I want to remind you."

"Well, please tell me." Edgar nodded.

"There is a girl beside His Majesty. She has a very good relationship with His Majesty. After you come here, you must pay attention to your words and deeds, and don't offend her. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous." Andre warned in a low voice.

"What...?!" Edgar's reaction was bigger than Andre imagined.

Of course Andre didn't know about those calculations in Edgar's mind.

"I understand. She is His Majesty's concubine, right? It's normal, after all, she is at a young age..." Edgar's face became much uglier, but he still smiled reluctantly, "Where is this girl?" Man, what's your name?"

"It was His Majesty's former fiancée, Her Royal Highness Princess Teresa. She ran over regardless of dissuasion, so His Majesty was moved and promised to marry her in the future." Andre's voice was lowered, "Your Majesty thinks this It’s best to keep things secret, so you just know it in your heart, and you don’t have to say it..."

Edgar stunned Andre, looking as if he had been struck by lightning.

"What's the matter, Edgar?" Andre was a little surprised, "Why are you so resistant? Is it because she is from Austria?"

"No... no, I'm just a little shocked..." Edgar reacted, shook his head hastily, and then laughed dryly, "It's all like this and I will never leave it. Your Royal Highness's love is really touching. .”

"Yes, it is indeed worthy of admiration." André Davout nodded, "In short, Your Majesty has already said that all of us must respect Her Royal Highness and treat her like the mistress. When you are in love, you must know how to measure, if you leave a bad impression on her, I am afraid that His Majesty will be angry."

"I understand, I understand..." Edgar nodded repeatedly. "Don't worry, I absolutely respect her."

At the same time, his thoughts were running fast.

He never expected that the marriage contract that he thought His Majesty had failed would turn around, and Princess Teresa would come to His Majesty again, and she would become His Majesty's wife in sight.

He didn't feel bad for Princess Theresa herself, nor did she care about her Austrian status, but...his plan suffered a serious blow.

The plan died before it even started, and this also meant that the plan of my father and myself had come to naught on the first day I came to His Majesty.

How can this not make people heartbroken! ?

Could it be that he was doomed to return without success this time?Although he is flashy and dissolute, he is also somewhat self-aware. He knows that with his own performance, it is absolutely difficult to be appreciated by His Majesty, and it is also difficult to stand out among these followers.

So...why not continue?A thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

No one has stipulated that His Majesty can only like one person... Isn't it true that the French monarchs have come here for many generations.