My Italy

Carlo is not clear about the situation where Italy's goodwill has been eaten away. Because he has done his best, after all, he is now the king of Italy and needs to be responsible for the Kingdom of Italy.

But he was responsible for the Kingdom of Italy, and there were people who wanted to be responsible for him.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that someone wants to take advantage of him, it's just that there are some things that can't be put off.

"Your Majesty, the Queen Mother invites you."

The old nanny next to his mother appeared in front of Carlo, saying that his mother was looking for him.

When Carlo heard that his mother was looking for him, he knew what was going on without having to guess. The pen in my hand was tightened unconsciously.

"Didn't you see that I'm busy? I'll be there in a moment."

Carlo's rhetoric had no deterrent effect in front of the old nanny.

"Your Majesty, if you don't go over, the Queen Mother will come in person."

Upon hearing what the old nanny said, Carlo knew that he couldn't hide, so he had no choice but to respond. "Wait a moment while I process the documents in my hand."

Following Carlo's words, the old nanny stopped talking, but she did not leave, but stood aside and waited.

Faced with this unavoidable situation, Carlo could only get rid of the documents in his hands. For a while, except for the rustle of writing, the room became very quiet.

"Let's go!"

After dealing with the matters at hand, Carlo glanced at the old nanny who was standing aside, clapped his hands and stood up.

"Where is mother now?"

"The Queen Mother is currently in the pavilion in the back garden."

After getting the location from the old nanny, Carlo led the way and went ahead.

In the garden, Queen Mother Margarita, who is in her early fifties, is wearing glasses and holding a photo and considering it carefully.

The photos are all young and beautiful women, each of them an aristocratic unmarried woman with a good background.

Next to Queen Margarida, a lady with a very good relationship was constantly introducing the origin of the girls in these photos to her.

"Oh, this is Trippier Grace, the youngest daughter of Count Trippier's family. I have met her several times before, but I heard that her reputation is not very good. There are several young men who are jealous of her."

Hearing the words of a fat lady beside her, Queen Margarita calmly put aside the photo of the girl named Trippier Grace in her hand.

"Mother, are you looking for me?"

When Carlo saw his mother sunbathing in the garden, he rushed over and asked with a smile on his face.

Seeing her eldest son appearing in front of her, Queen Margarida immediately recovered from her laziness and spoke with a serious face. "It seems that if I don't look for you, you won't even want to see me."

Hearing his mother's complaints, Carlo hurriedly coaxed, "I'm not busy."

"No matter how busy you are, you can't just ignore it."

Queen Margalida said as she picked up a photo. "Now that I am older, you are also the king of a country and I have no control over you. What do you think of this photo?"

A photo of a girl was placed in Carlo's hands by her mother.

"What do you think of this? Maria Luisa, the eldest daughter of the Duke of Parma, is said to be a good girl who loves literature."

After hearing his mother's introduction, Carlo's attention was not focused on the photo at all. He couldn't help but think of a beautiful woman who had left sadly.

"Mom, you know I don't like literary young women very much. I'm just moaning for no reason."

After hearing Carlo's words, Queen Margherida immediately straightened her face. "Who said it was about choosing a girl? This is for your brother Vittorio."

Forehead……

Carlo was a little caught off guard by the sudden attack, and he didn't expect that he was just being sentimental.

"It's Vittorio!"

"Who do you think it is?"

This kind of implicit suggestion cannot break Carlo's defense at all.

But having said that, Carlo's younger brother is now 23 years old and it's time to get married. Since there is more brother Carlo than in history, Vittorio now has become a literature lover, gathering with many writers every day and having a great time.

Moreover, the two have a very good relationship. Carlo often talks with his brother in his spare time.

Now that he was no longer involved, Carlo felt relieved. "If that's the case, why did you ask me to come over, mother? A lot of things are waiting for me in the kingdom now."

"Is it so difficult for you to care about your brother's marriage besides work?"

The Queen Mother Margarita who was talking took the photo back from Carlo. "You can also give me some advice."

"It's good. I feel like this girl is also suitable for Vittorio."

Faced with his mother's inquiry, Carlo still gave his own advice. Although this girl does not meet my own aesthetic standards, she is really good based on the current European aesthetics.

After hearing her eldest son's suggestion, Queen Margalida looked at the photo with satisfaction. "In that case, it's her decision. Next, arrange for Vittorio to meet with him. If he doesn't object, then it will be done."

Carlo, who had witnessed a European-style arranged marriage with his own eyes, could say nothing at this time. He could only reduce his sense of presence as much as possible to prevent the flames of war from burning him.

But after all, old age is still hotter, and Carlo underestimated his mother's thoughts.

"Carlo, you see that even your brother is getting married. As the king's brother, shouldn't he also think of something to do?"

It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that cannot be avoided. Carlo still didn't escape this experience.

"Mother, aren't I busy? The kingdom has just seized a large area of ​​territory from the Ottomans, and there are a lot of things that I need to watch over."

"You are not alone in the kingdom. Don't those people get married? Don't make excuses for me. Marriage is also your obligation as a king."

However, Carlo's defense could not be understood by her mother at all. If she had not had an easy relationship with the little maid before, she would have doubted her eldest son's sexual orientation.

But thinking about his eldest son being busy with government affairs all day long, he became even more eager to help him solve his marital problems.

"Carlo, marriage is not an abyss, there is nothing to be afraid of. If you don't like a girl from home, you can also find a girl from abroad. Although our Savoy family is not very noble, we are still a royal family after all. "

Faced with his mother's hard advice, Carlo can also understand the other party's intentions. In fact, Carlo himself knew that his marriage must be a political issue. After Nia left before, he had thought it through.

The reason why I haven't gotten married is because I have a hurdle in my heart that I can't get over. But now that he saw his mother who had gray hair, Carlo knew that he couldn't escape this matter.

"Then do as you wish, mother."

Carlo's resigned answer made Queen Mother Margarita finally smile, and her eldest son agreed.

In this case, you need to choose a girl who can match him.

In her mind, Queen Mother Margarita has already quickly reviewed the marriageable European royal women, and maybe she can discuss this with the Prime Minister. After all, the king's fiancée also needs the government's help.

Emotional drama, I’m too young